Nadja Novels & Stories

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Every step I take exuding a quiet confidence that commands attention. Peeta opens the door for me as I step in and the room is filled with the Japanese, their gazes fixed on me as I enter. I take a moment to soak in the atmosphere as I gracefully take my seat at the table, my eyes scanning the room, meeting each gaze with a calm yet knowing look. I smile to myself, confident that whatever the reason, I'm not leaving here without a sealing handshake. It's me, Nadia, formidable and unbeatable.

"Are you feeling okay, Katherina?" "Yes, Aunt. I'm feeling great," she mumbled, picking up the cutlery. Idris approached Nadia, moving away from the table. "Don't bring up the topic of that guy from the train," Idris requested, and Nadia looked at him, not understanding. "That guy's name is Tom Holland, do you remember the Hollands?" Nadia tilted her head, trying to remember. "Yes!" she exclaimed softly. "The little I remember about them, yes. Why?"

KAI POV I walked into Elara's office to find her sitting across from a woman who looked like she'd been through a war and come out the other side angrier for it. Scarred face, missing eye, hands that never stopped moving like she was constantly ready for a fight. Every instinct I had screamed danger, but Elara seemed calm. Focused. Like she'd already decided to trust this stranger. "Kai." Elara gestured me closer. "This is Nadia. She's here to help us kill the new Collector."

“Oh . . .” After a short pause, we both laughed again. Gianna radiated warmth, and I already felt lighter, but any chance of a better mood crashed and burned when a familiar sultry voice entered the equation. “I hope I amnot interrupting anything.” Slowly, I slid my gaze to the doorway to see Nadia in the flesh. Her black hair was clipped to one side in a sleek wave that reached her waist. Dark red lips. Kohled eyes. She wore a nude wrap dress beneath a long mink coat. I wondered if Ronan had bought it for her. The idea wrenched my stomach, threatening to expel the single grape inside.

Nadia was after something, no doubt, presumably information. It wasn't until she met Jade Meadows and learned how kind the woman is that she regretted accepting the proposal. She was an easy person to work for. The woman never screamed at her, hurled objects, or insulted her. Everything Cassandra did for the woman was met by praise and encouragement. She enjoyed working for Jade, being treated not only as an equal but with respect. Nadia was a nightmare— temperamental, fussy, high-strung, and a diva, which is how she got her nickname— Nadiva. It was an inside joke between all the female staff members, except Ms. Yvonne, who turned her nose up at anyone that wasn't as hoity-toity as she is. S

Reina brought Nadia to her old house. From the way Nadia looks,she doesn't appear as someone who's poor. Reina couldn't help but feel embarrassed about the situation of her house. Oh well....she doesn't have a choice. "Yeah...so what's your name??"Nadia asked as a brief slience. Reina handed her cup of mocha to her before settling down on her worn out couch "Me? Reina Krystal..and you?" "Nadia Lee" ************* NEXT MORNING**

She suddenly recalled his words and she wondered what he meant. ‘You are mine now. What does that mean?’ She thought. And he called her Bakey! She was still upset and sad about the kiss, the image kept recalling in her head. Alex looked at Blakeley and he noticed she wasn't eating. “Her name is Nadia. She is Russian.” He said and she turned to him. “Huh?” “I am not in any relationship with her, she is just a business partner.” He replied. “A business partner that kisses you on the lips?” She asked.

"Your pheromones are spiking. Your scent... so strong. Tell me the truth, Williams. Have we met before? Do you have someone? Is there a reason you’re radiating this kind of energy around me?" Nadia felt a cold sweat break across her forehead. She needed a shield. She needed a lie big enough to hide the truth growing inside her. "No we ha—have not met before. And Ye... yes," she stammered, the word feeling like ash in her mouth. Conrad’s hands tightened on the wheel until the leather groaned. "Yes what?" "His name is Nelson," Nadia said, her voice gaining a desperate kind of strength. "He’s a Beta from the Stonewall pack. We’ve... we’ve been seeing each other for a while."

The tension between us was impossible to ignore. "What do you mean?" "I'm trying to stay away from you because I don't want to get you involved in my... hobby." "If you don't want me around, then why am I here?" "Haven't you figured it out yet, Doctor?" "My name is Nadia." Adam smiled and repeated my name. "Nadia... what a lovely name. You're my destined Luna... my mate. That electricity... that instant connection I felt with you... don't you feel it?" "I do... I just didn't know what it meant."