Nadya Bratt Novels & Stories

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

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.

She tried to relax and clear her mind. Nathaniel pointed out certain buildings and told her their history along the way. She had to admit that it took her mind off the stone. She enjoyed the scenery as they drove into the countryside. Nathaniel had told her that Barnaby lived in the woods and had no neighbors for miles, so she wasn't surprised by the countryside they saw. She also wasn't surprised when they turned down a well-maintained dirt road.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

I knew that this thing with Martha was just the tip of the iceberg, but I have no idea to what extent. I lay down and tried to sleep. I am usually plagued with nightmares, but this one was by far the most vivid and violent! I was walking through the same meadow as before, but this time there were no flowers or lush green grass, instead there was burnt ground and ash! I keep walking like I am in a trance. I look around in horror as bodies begin to become visible. At first, I didn't recognize anyone because they were so badly burned, but as I kept walking, the bodies became less and less burned. I recognized Benny and beside him was a female. She had blonde hair and her eyes were clouded over

On a beautiful morning in the land of Nadin the king sat on his throne while he sipped the wine brought to him by his guards, in few hours times he'd hold his new born in his arms. The gods have been faithful. He's waited for this moment for years and he was glad he'd finally have a child running around the compound be it male or female. King Aaadil had been married to his heartthrob Queen Dalia for over a decade and they where yet to have a child.

"Nice to meet you, Lola, I'm Ella." "Hello Ella," she said shyly. "Do you like Nardy?" "Of course I like Nardy. We are mates," I replied. "What are mates?" she questioned. "It means that whether we like it or not, Ella and I will always be together," Leo answered. "Always?" "Always." "Are you nice?" she said, looking back at me. "You must be nice or Nardy wouldn't like you because nice people only like nice people and Nardy is the nicest person in the whole wide world and Mommy says that you'll be good for him."

Nadia and Annika, our other friends, were already sitting there, surrounded by a gaggle of filthy rich CEO's [Daddies ' companies, of course. My three best friends were all daughters of high-ranking Bratva Officials: Nadia and Annika, aged twenty, and Svetlana, aged twenty-one; they were stunners. Tall, leggy brunettes with hazel eyes, they were always surrounded by guys eager to try their luck, and then there was me, the odd one out. I was a petite, [Only five feet four] ice blonde with emerald green eyes and the daughter of Pavel Lhushanov, the Houston Bratva Pakhan. We were only a small Bratva, compared to other States, but my father's rule was absolute; no one dared cross him. He was a v

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

Adorable. Deeply concerning. But adorable. The forest quiet settles around me again once he disappears inside. I exhale slowly and sink back onto the yoga mat, crossing my legs again while sunlight warms my bare stomach. The new yoga pants are soft against my skin, high waisted enough to make me feel cute without sucking the life out of my organs. My sports bra matches, exposing the soft curve of my stomach that I spent years hiding under oversized hoodies. The guys never look at me like I need to shrink. They absent-mindedly touch me all the time, my wide hips, tummy pouch, back rolls, stretch marks. It’s silent reverence that brings tears to my eyes.