Nadja Novels & Stories

She pressed the green button. “Hello, good evening madam.” The tiny female voice made her ears twitch for a second. She sat up and cleared her throat, “Hi. Good evening. How are you doing?” “I’m fine madam. I hope I’m speaking with the owner of The Glitz Fashion Home?” “Yes.” “I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.”

Thirty minutes later Nadia knocked and Skylar motioned her in. Dark-haired, dark-eyed Nadia was a refugee from Bosnia who’d immigrated to the United States through a local church. Last year during the interview process, Nadia had referred to herself as the perfect peasant. Ugly, stick-thin, strong as an ox, uneducated, and an “eyes forward, no-talking” kind of worker. The description haunted Skylar, as did the occasional evidence of physical abuse on Nadia’s arms and face.

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”

“Good morning, my beautiful enigma.” Councillor Andrei appeared in front of her as he had done the other day. He had a smile on his handsome face and wasn’t trying to mask his allure. She felt the pull of his power even with the magical protection she had, but the difference was she wasn’t even slightly affected. She lowered her gaze and mumbled, “Good morning, Councillor Dalca.” “I told you to call me Andrei,” he said as he came closer. “You have to get used to it, Ava.”

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Cindy replied with a dry smile. “What's her name?" Nadia asked for Cindy to swallow hard. “Mariel... my mother's name, " Cindy said for Nadia to nod. "I'm so sorry girl, he didn't tell me about you. I'm sorry, thank you for this beautiful gift" Nadia bent and kiss Cindy's forehead smiling How Nadia treat Cindy was surprising, she didn't treat her like a slut or a gold-digging slut just like the way Maria treat Arrya. Edward who was hugging Amaya couldn't help but walk toward Cindy,

"Egil," Nadia Valencia's soft and sensual voice resonates in the room. Silence spreads overwhelmingly. Everyone turns to look at her, except for Egil who takes a few seconds before doing so. Petra's face turns pale blue as if she had seen a ghost. At times, she seems to stumble, but she forcefully manages to stabilize herself. Nadia is wearing a simple sapphire blue dress that reveals her enviable figure. Her hair, which used to be long and straight, is now shoulder-length and blonde. Her skin is smooth and extremely white, accentuating her large blue eyes and pink lips. She looks beautiful.

Brandon muttered "Seriously? Do you miss me that much?" Cindy asked "Like h*ll" Brandon said and kissed her hand "I will send the driver over tomorrow" He said and Cindy smiled "Thank you" She said "But...is that really your mom?" Brandon asked "She's my best friend's mom,so she's like my mom also" Cindy replied "Where's your best friend?" Brandon questioned "My friend work in Gregor Campbell's Island,she's his kids nanny" Cindy said "Seriously??" Brandon asked

He slowly turned his head to look at Evelyn who had her hand over her mouth giggling. "Your name is Nacho?" Evelyn asked, giggling. Noah burst out laughing, falling forward and grabbing onto Asher as he broke down laughing. Nadja's mouth opened and he glared at the stupid little Omega again who could barely hold himself up as he cackled. He looked back at the giggling fit in his arms, then cleared his throat. "No, my name is Nadja." He said, then looked at Noah and sounded it out slower. "NA D JA... Nadja! Not nacho!" Nadja said, then looked at Blake when his hand r