Nakita Johnson Novels & Stories

Maybe the same as I'm assuming, maybe Tray had a hand there too… Although that isn’t something we’ve shared with the public and don’t plan to, there is the possibility that others were pulled into Tray’s games. He excuses himself after giving Layla’s hand a squeeze and I pull her close, kissing her softly. She looks as gorgeous as ever. She’s not wearing her glasses today, she looks extra cute with them. But I can see the contacts in her eyes. Her eyesight will never be the same as it once was, but there’s hope it’ll slowly improve over time. “Quade.” I turn to see Nikita standing there, she’s wearing a beige short dress, her hair pulled high up in her normal ponytail, and the same sharpness

I, TAKE YOU... Giordana. "Oh my baby, you look so pretty," my mother gushed. Staring at the mirror before me, a beautiful woman stared back although she looked different. Why did I look different? my eyes lost their shine. Gone were those bright and twinkling eyes, they were replaced with dark eyes filled with gloom and fear of the unknown. The wedding day has finally dawned. The day I become Mrs. Giordana Quinton-Forbes.

So I crept around the village, darting from tree to tree and glancing into every house. At long last, through a kitchen window, there she was. Jessica Michaels. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes as her parents sat in the next room. I picked up a stick and threw it at the window, hoping to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped to the forest as she froze. She glanced through the door to where her parents sat. They hadn’t heard, and I prayed she wouldn’t call them. And the Goddesses listened. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and shut the door from the kitchen to the living room. She slid the back door and stepped gingerly onto the porch.

She whispered, wiping at the tears that started falling down her face. "You could adopt." I told her. She looked up at me with sadness, guilt, and fear. Something I never saw on her face before. She let out a sigh and her hair turned white and scars appeared on her neck that traveled down and out of sight. I knew her, she was on many wanted posters, because she was helping a black market ring that was led by an unknown but dangerous man. I went to back away but she had a tight grip on my hand. "John Earkenhait." She said, looking at me.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

The man was none other than one of the directors of the Bharata Business Council and also the top talent of the Celestial Temple, Freddy Garcia. A beautiful woman in her twenties was sitting beside him. She had a pretty face and an exquisite figure. Her tight black Balenciaga stockings would drive any man crazy. The woman was the ninth lady of the John family, Dahlia John. Dahlia showed a casual expression when she saw the bald man and the others with swollen faces. She kept sipping on her red wine, as if those people were not her subordinates. “We bumped into some b*stard who sprang on us, Lady John!

The last person she would ever dream of seeing is this woman. Had she come to mock her or did she know anything about her involvement in the whole deal? Fiona Johnson stepped in, looked around and walked towards her, removed the shade that she wore as she chuckled softly. She glanced at her with resentment and sneered. “What do you want and why are you here?” Jeniva snapped at her. She looks away, the general public has seen her nudity and she has no place to hide her face.

He gasped, staggering backward in shock. Diana, John’s ex wife, stood in the corner, her own tears falling silently. She was overcome with grief, her hands pressed to her face as she sobbed quietly. John, helpless and consumed with guilt, made the decision to have a small golden coffin made for Nina, as if the beauty of it could somehow make up for the horror of her death.

"Yeah sure. All that's left is for her to ask me to be her maid of honor.” Nick laughed. “And then she will name her first son after you.” My stomach churned at the thought of Olivia pregnant with someone else’s baby. "Yeah, Nick, don't overdo it.” I said, finishing cleaning the shop windows. "Well, okay.” Nick replied, stopping laughing "By the way, I almost forgot, look what I got.” He said, taking something out of his pocket. "This is a medical rest, validated in your name.” I said confused. "That's right.” He nodded smiling "And if you read well, you'll see that it starts running from tomorrow until Sunday.”

Jena asked Nakita who looked at them lightly. Nakita laughed softly "You're still cynical about me. Why hmm? Is it because your model was not chosen by Mr. Lucas." Nakita looked at Aiora lightly. Aiora snorted softly, ignoring what Nakita said, she was busy looking at her social media accounts which were flooded with praise and a little blasphemy. "So how proud a bitch." Jena's Cibir made Aiora hold her laughter. Nakita glared irritated "I'm not a damn bitch. Aiora alone is not attractive so Mr. Lucas chose me." Denied Nakita.