Nakita Johnson Novels & Stories

Her face reddened even the more. Nicklaus held Noah in his arms, still bent over, he stared at the woman who was only few centimeters away from him. Her nightie material was very light and he could see through her perfect body. From her peachy arse to her bouncing breasts that weren't huge but they were on the largest side for her build. Yes, there was one thing about her that was far from perfect. She is an ordinary girl.

She was beautiful, no doubt but he still felt angry as she never mentioned applying for a job in his own company. “Nathan, have you seen her before?” Luke asked, watching Nathan’s expression closely. He knew his friend never paid attention to any women, not even when they were introduced to him. Seeing Nathan's reaction now, Luke’s excitement grew. “She’s called Ericka Johnson,” Luke continued before Nathan could speak. “She’s twenty this year, quite tall, and honestly, she suits you perfectly. And her body..." Luke paused and Nathan stiffened unconsciously. "She was born to be a model. Just look at her, she could easily become an international supermodel!”

But the most interesting part was that only two of the women wore Dior. Jolene Knowles was one of them. A further background check on Jolene Knowles had left John and his team speechless. The woman had a history of violence.

Nina’s body became weak under his possessive kiss. It was only after he had enough that he gently let go of her. With his dark eyes fixated on her, he asked. “Now, can you tell me what’s going on?” Nina paused and looked back at him. Throughout the night, Mr. Johnson’s gaze remained fixated on Nina as he was unable to tear his eyes away from her captivating beauty. Her radiant smile, her graceful demeanor, and the allure she exuded had ignited a fire within him. Compared to Alyson, who had countless plastic surgeries on her face, Nina was an ethereal goddess, captivating him in ways he had never experienced before.

It was evident in her speech. "It's nice to meet you, Zita. I'm Rebecca but you can call me Becky." "I certainly can't, Duchess. The Duke will be furious with me if I address Her grace by her nickname." Zita said plainly, giving her reasons. Rebecca was about to speak with the door creaked open. The Duke stood there and looked at the two. Zita frighteningly had her eyes on the floor and avoided eye contact. Rebecca saw the look he wore-certainly a sign for her to avoid him-and she swallowed nervously.

Joanna assured Ayra. “Dr. Vittori, he,” she hiccups and continues, “Dr. Vittori changed my clothes. He... he saw me naked. He saw me naked,” she burst again as a new set of tears rolled down her eyes. Joanna frowned in confusion and looked at Ayra. She didn’t understand when all of this happened. She lived here and she knew Dimitri since he was a teenager and he respected women. She was sure he would never do that to Ayra.

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

I simply don’t know how to protect the alliance, without taking my fiancée as my Luna. As I am about to take her hand, I feel Anya’s hand on my shoulder. “Still breaking it to the little Lily pad that you are rejecting her, Jar?” she asks. “Anya, it’s not that easy,” I start to say. “Oh Jar, it’s super simple. You reject her, she accepts, end of story,” Anya says.

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he