Karena Neri Novels & Stories

I asked. Parker looked at me funny, but I stared him down until he went through his files. He finally pulls one out and smiles. “This is her. Neriah Russell. She seems feisty.” He hands me the file, and I see her headshot. Brown hair, golden skin, and hazel brown eyes. Full lips and a small mole just under the corner of her left eye. She is stunning in a unique way. She is my mate. She’s in this competition. Not just no, but hell fucking no.

"So, you never liked me? Not even a little?" "I did, once," I admitted. "But your jokes showed you weren't worth it." Ignoring her and my raving parents, I ordered security to escort the troublemakers out. Predictably, my parents wouldn't let go of their cash cow that easily. They first bombarded me with calls and texts. Then they rounded up some online reporters, blocking the company entrance with phones live-streaming. "World-famous designer Troy Nielsen is an ungrateful son. He hogged $50 million and dumped his parents!"

Brother Dinar and sister Clari - newlyweds are also involved in the project. "You should have asked the owner of the house first." "No more time, Ner. This wound hurts you know." "Luckily I know all about this house." Neron's words seemed to explain that he had often visited Naira's house. Naturally, they have been dating for more than a week. Neron's memory is strong, huh to immediately memorize the ins and outs of Naira's house in just that much time. "Here I treat." "Hahaha. No need. I can do it myself."

By the time lunch arrived, I was almost grateful for the distraction of another visitor. A knock sounded on the door and one of the house staff announced, "Alpha Marius, Doctor Neri has arrived." "Send her in." Marius replied smoothly. I adjusted the blanket around my legs and suddenly became self-conscious. I'd heard Doctor Neri is a skilled healer within the Red Moon Pack. "Alpha Marius." Doctor Neri greeted first with a respectful nod after she entered the room. For a moment, her expression changed. It wasn't displeasure exactly but there was something curious in the way she sniffed the air inside the room. I tilted my head and not sure how to interpret it.

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

She spotted him near one of the stalls, brushing a horse’s coat. “Darius,” Rina whispered urgently, pulling Neri inside. He turned, his eyes widening. “Rina? What are you doing here? And who is this?” Rina glanced around to make sure no one was near. Then she stepped closer. “Her name is Neri. She has no one. She is weak, and she will die if we do not help her. Please, Darius. I beg you.” Darius frowned. “You brought her into the pack? If anyone finds out—”

Nero The room feels too quiet after I tell Camellia my plan. She’s standing by the window, her arms wrapped around herself, staring out at the forest that surrounds our home. Nereo’s upstairs, probably playing with his toys, blissfully unaware of the storm coming our way. I can’t help but feel a knot of guilt tightening in my chest. I know what I’m going to ask her to do isn’t easy, but it’s the only way I can keep them safe.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Neriah asks, finally glancing at Cainan from the TV she’s watching for the first time in three minutes. Her face, which used to be fair, radiant and lively, is now pale and her brown eyes weak and narrow with red colour clothed around it. Her lips are breaking from extreme dryness and he wonders if she’s had enough water today. There are still a few strands of hair on her hair, but she covers her hair up with a pink beanie. The sight is heartbreaking, but still beautiful to Cainan. So much has changed with her in just a week and he still cannot believe it.

Being close in age, it only made sense for us to become close. “I like the danger of it.” Nera gave me a faint smile at that, red-colored lips pulling upward. Her short black hair ended just below her chin, cut with a sharp precision that often matched her tongue. She silently motioned for me to pass the cigarette after taking another drag. Handing it to her, I cocked a brow in question, but I didn’t even need to ask. “It may be terrible, but it doesn’t apply to me,” she murmured, bringing it to her lips. She looked out at the graves with her pensive features, and the early morning light caught her brown eyes, turning them liquid like honey.