Nakita Johnson Novels & Stories

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

he replied dryly. “I know,” I snapped. “But I’m a very desperate woman right now. What do you have?” He paused. “Well… the lady in question—Akayda Jordan—has a clean record.” My grip tightened. “Go on.” “She’s an orphan. Lost both parents at eighteen. Best graduating student in her set. No criminal history. No debts. Currently works at Knight Enterprises as Damian Knight’s secretary.” “That’s it?” I demanded. “No loans? No scandals?”

"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!"

John said after they finally approached the group representing TVZoom and greeted, quite formally, the RIB, Sophie, and Sharon. "Hmm... yes. It's a beautiful dress," Nicholas pronounced after looking her up and down. "Capable of making any woman stunning," he added, looking around rather than at her and then taking a sip of his whiskey, trying to appear as indifferent as possible. "Thank you, John," she replied, emphasizing his name.

I needed to cry so there would be no more tears to cry for their sake. I left the bath as a new woman. Having washed away the north from my body, hoping that the Alpha would block my connection to them. I left Scarlett in the bath and exited the bathroom as Annika. There was a beige dress on the bed with a note when I came out. "Wear it and meet me for dinner so I can introduce you. PS, look nice to make it easy," It read, and I giggled. There was new underwear attached to it. I wondered if they had a boutique in the mansion or had these things lying about the place. I must have spent a while in the bathroom.

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.

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

"Yes, Johnathan. Alpha Nicholas is in the gym. He has asked for some privacy but I would like you to guard the door while he's in there. There's too much shit going on right now for him to be left unguarded." "Of course, Robbie. I will stand guard until he is ready to leave and make sure he arrives back at the pack house before I take my leave. Warrior Delcan is also on his way." "Thank you, Johnathan. Also Luna, Bonnie will be joining the Alpha so please lock the door once she has stepped inside." The Warrior... Johnathan turns his attention to me seeming surprised that I am here. "Please excuse my rudeness, Luna Bonnie. I don't believe we have had the pleasure of personally meeting yet but