Nadya Kheitna Putri Novels & Stories

"I love you and I want to be with you, Phi Ken!" said Nadya firmly. "You owe me a debt of gratitude. For helping your grandmother, my mother lost her leg. At the very least, you should consider how I feel about that." Ken knows that Nadya will definitely bring this up and he has prepared his own weapon to deal with it. Nadya is not a good girl. She dated many men, taking turns trying to get money and favors from them. The recording that Foy took, as well as Kisha's testimony, made Ken think hard about how to control Nadya.

“Zavier,” Nayla began, her voice trembling with hope and love, ”I have good news. Nadira-she is pregnant. You won't believe it, but this pregnancy has given her incredible strength. She's now fighting for survival in the ICU, and this news has everyone feeling very moved.”

he whispered back, feigning innocence, though his eyes betrayed his actual amusement. Raising an eyebrow in mock curiosity, Sonu prompted Nadia to continue. "I know you are yearning for Sonia. She is a remarkable woman," Nadia declared, her voice tinged with admiration. "The way she effortlessly commands attention and exudes confidence, it's no wonder you're drawn to her."

Rivera's behavior is grating on my last nerve, and this disrespect is pushing the boundaries of what I can endure. Isabella chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Aren't you the formidable Nadia Volkova, the Iron Orchid?" My grip tighten against my core as frustration fills my voice. " Of course I am. It's just almost impossible to believe that the Japanese would threaten me with those lives."

Eka immediately greeted her with harsh words. Instead of being annoyed, Nadia smacked her lips. "You act as if you are the lady of the house." Nadia sneered back at Eka. "I am indeed the lady of the house. I am Uncle Dika's legal wife. What do you want, ah? Tease my husband, heum? I won't let an ugly woman like you anywhere near Uncle Dika." The other day she was called Grandmother Magic, now she was called Ugly Woman. Nadia, who was listening, felt irritated.

he added winking at me. "Heir?" I asked now lost, Katia never mentioned she was a princess or anything. "Yes, heir. You see, Katia comes from an ancient and powerful bloodline whose lineage is traced through the female and Katia is Nadia's only surviving heir, they are a different breed of wolves and incredible abilities. I'm the fore runner, and the pack is coming. I'm only supposed to evaluate and report if it beyond me, I hope it's not. Because when Nadia goes to battle, then its the last dance for so many persons." He finished and smiled at Lucy who had been looking at him.

Emiko’s niece did not get her own ward, but she shared a nice ward with a limited number of patients. The ward was just a short walk away, next to Bass’. “What’s your name, bitch?” Outside the ward, Kaze heard the disgruntled voice of a woman. He recognized that high and mighty tone anywhere. “Nadia?” He stopped at the door and looked inside, recognizing the woman to be Heath’s daughter, the one who bragged about having a rich boyfriend. Apparently, she was an influencer too. Standing before Nadia was a 5’5” tall woman, who looked to be about 18 years old.

Again, all Nadya does is silence herself. "Do you realize what you said?" I said to the troublemaker. "Hey, calm down," people say. Kyara seems not interested in clarifying my question. She even proceeds to insult Nadya. What the hell is wrong with her. "You are truly a slut. You call yourself a native when you are very beautiful. You pretend to be a native with your white skin, so that the native women feel insecure right? You think you are better than the women here just because you married Erwin Brando. I know you are stupid and you are very arrogant. I believe you only rely on your beauty to attract Men. You're a bitch" she said fiercely.

He just leans against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, watching Matteo like he’s waiting for the bomb to go off. None of us say a damn word. We don’t have to. Dante is coming, and he’s not happy. I drag a hand down my face, exhaling harshly before walking to the bar and pouring myself a drink. I don’t sit, don’t get comfortable, because there’s nothing comfortable about this situation. She fucking lied. Nadya Mikhailova. Bratva princess. A Pakhan’s only daughter. A girl whose face has been plastered all over Moscow with a twenty-million-dollar bounty over her head. And she’s been under our roof for weeks.

Walking away from her, I exercised deep breathing to avoid giving up to my manly desires, "If there's nothing important about your visit like usual, you must refrain yourself from unpacking. I'll have Igor arrange for your return back to Moscow." "I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here with you, Rogue. You can't keep ignoring me...." I dashed out of my study room towards my bedroom again. Nadya is all beauty and manners. My family's one of the traditional ones. So she's raised to become a responsible wife. Obviously she has her own business. She runs a famous clothing brand for women which is also expanding beyond Russia into other countries.