Nadya Bratt Novels & Stories

The woman twisted her neck uncomfortably to look at us, and for a second, her beauty stunned me, however, I quickly evaded my gaze. "It's honestly not hard, we'll be told what to do. And Nalya, we are talking about one of the high ends companies out there, and they compete with big names," she said. " It's interesting that a woman owns it?" I said, impressed. " Yes, Miss Nadia LaCroix is a big name in fashion, not only in the werewolf community but the human world. Also, she's godmother to the alpha prince and his brother," I stopped in my tracks.

He opened his mouth to respond when the door was knocked twice before Anya opened the door, knowing that I was expecting them. “She is ready,” she said, stepping aside as Alina walked into the room. She wore the black dress that Anya gave her, the plain fabric doing nothing to soften the fire in her eyes, and I frowned when my gaze went to her throat. The sight of faint finger marks beneath her jaw, fresh marks, made my eyes darken. Alina raised an eyebrow, daring me to ask, and Mikhail frowned at the sight. Anya, however, didn’t bother with trying to explain. She had no regret, My wolf moved beneath my skin, and I knew that if I gave into his instinct, Anya would be losing her life in a bli

Elaine For years, I had learned how to feel a fracture without turning it into a personal emergency. Bridges of Life destroyed that discipline in less than ten seconds. “Nadia,” I said through the channel. The woman appeared on the screen from the Foundation’s central headquarters. She was no longer the blue-haired teenager who had run away from a home because she feared locked doors. She was thirty-four years old, ran youth protection across three territories, and still carried that independent shadow that moved behind her whenever she became angry.

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

"This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!" She's still grinning, too delighted to care. "What? I got it on my way here. It's not my fault I have to work night shifts." I roll my eyes. "Norah!" someone calls out. "Oh, shit. Can you hold on to this for me for a while?" She shoves the item into my hands before I can refuse and I stare at her retreating figure in disbelief. Norah is the strangest person I've met. And if she wasn't my best friend, I would have sworn she was a witch because of all the weird stuff she's into. But she's such a sweet, innocent person, I don't know what I'd do without her.

Her long dress swept the floor as she moved. "Is this her?" She sent a questioning look to Caitlyn. "Yes," Martin responded curtly. "Give her the best of whatever she wants," He added. The woman smiled and nodded. "After you, my lady," She told Caitlyn. Caitlyn nodded. She marveled at the size of the store and was struggling to not show her amazement. She also knew the owner as a result of her popularity and was truly surprised that Martin brought her to shop in such an expensive store.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Catherine asked with a monotone voice. “Didn’t you hear, Mr. Hernandez? The partner does not have to be a guy.” Brittany said with a gesture. “What’s on your mind then.” Catherine was uninterested but she must go with the flow as she does not have any other choice. “Of course, our specialty. Ballet.” Brittany exclaimed in excitement and Catherine felt like her world had been destroyed. Catherine blinked twice and asked again, “What?” “Ballet.” Brittany said with so much happiness. She was all giddy but Catherine was not.

Melanie asked. "No, Baraka is a female. She is not allowed anywhere near the palace. Nettum, the palace butter is her father. He knows my father very well. So he strictly will not allow her anywhere near the palace" Odhan said. "Then we are out of options," Melanie said with resignation. Odhan is desperate to help his friend. He wants to know if his friend is safe or not. He cannot let him die in the palace. "I have an idea," Odhan said hesitantly.

Alexandra says. She notices Gerald face morph into a small smile. "Alexs. Chris asked me to call you." A third party, interrupt them. Putting a stop to there conversation. Alexandra quickly turns back, only to see a suspicious look on Karis face. Typical of Karis. "We will see before I leave," Gerald says with a calm smile. ________________________🖊 Alexandra is currently in front of the main building listening to WAP by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion. Since the music was released, she couldn't stop herself from listening to it.