Kaia Noelle Olusola Novels & Stories

Just like it wasn’t broken when the three mates before her died. Kaiya stirs and pushes her hand a little deeper under her head. She smells fantastic. She smells like my mate. Each one of them smells different, but I recognise it immediately all the same. Nolene smelled like vanilla and strawberries. Kaiya smells like wildflowers and the forest during a thunderstorm.

Kaia raised a finger at her, looking like she was about to lose her temper “What else did you do? Feed his sick obsession? Encourage him to try and twist Noah’s mind so he’d never give up on becoming the Alpha?! I’m fed up with your excuses! If you’re so afraid that he’ll want your place as Alpha when he can no longer torment me and my son, then so be it! We don’t need you as an ally!” “Kaia!” she gasped, with a mixture of anger and shock “How could you say that?! You’ve always been more than my ally! We didn’t just used to be friends. We are friends! Noah, tell your mother…” Ophelia seemed genuinely certain she would get some support, until her eyes met Noah’s face.

Kira was Keisha's daughter and Malcolm has become a big brother to her over the years. Just when they were speaking Nolan walked in and Layla found herself breathing in relief. Noelle got her stubbornness from him, so he should speak with her instead. “Hey babe.." Nolan waved at Layla as he planted a kiss on her forehead. “Morning darling.." Nolan carried Noelle up from the bed as she hugged him tightly. “Morning Dad.." She greeted her father. Nolan smiled at his daughter. "How are you feeling today?" He questioned. Noelle shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I'm fine," she replied though her tone implied otherwise.

Samuel was her favorite person in the whole wide world and she had a crush on him until she found out that he was gay and then he later on found his mate, Ashton, Noelle's least favorite person for obvious and petty reasons. "We need your help girlie." Kade moved forward, standing next to his mate, Jordan. "With?" Noelle flipped her hair, knowing exactly what they needed help with. There was only one thing they ever needed her help with. . . . Noelle smiled at the receptionist flirtatiously, biting her lower lip which she had overlined with bright red lip gloss as she leaned onto the desk, giving him a generous view of her cleavage, all the while twirling a few strands of her hair between he