Novel & Cerita Nancy Drew

Hence, she was forced to change the main character for today's drawing to Nathan. She regretfully had forgotten how Nathan looked. She could only try her best to draw him better. He needed to be more good-looking than Xander. Although, in reality, Nathan was very unlikely to be more handsome than Xander. She had drawn many pictures of Nathan. Some were drinking coffee, some were sitting down, some were standing, and some were even silhouettes...

Nancy said with her radiant smile, the kind that could win customers a million times over. "Um... nice to meet you too," Layla replied. "So, what can I do for you ladies?" Nancy asked. "Dresses," I replied. "Of course. I've been swamped with dress orders lately. It's a good thing you came today; I'll have to stop taking orders soon to focus on the ones we already have," Nancy explained. "Follow me. You can browse for something you like." She left us alone, saying, "I'll be back."

The name of the swift prosperities could be seen in the investor section in all movies and TV series Nancy starred in. Nancy was a good actress, she performed her roles well in every movie and she was good at playing Zither. In addition, she also studied painting during her spare time. As long as she did not lose her temper, she was a perfect example of a rich and noble lady. Because of this, Santi was very satisfied with his daughter. Therefore he felt no one deserved his daughter, anyone who dared to approach Nancy would be banned. But Nancy was indifferent to her father’s protective attitude.

"How could it be? It is an accident. What does it have to do with the final?" "It's okay. Take out your work. And I'll check on it to you." Nancy's expression was indifferent. It seemed that she had figured out everything. And she had no intention of continuing to discuss this topic with me. After that, I showed her the latest draft I had drawn. Nancy shook her head repeatedly. She pointed out a lot of problems to me. Although she was a very kind person at ordinary times, she was sharp-tongued as she helped me check on the issues of my work.

Charlotte asked. “Okay, deal, I’ll get you the result, and you be true to your word,” Nancy replied. “Cool, now that we have a deal, get to work,” Charlotte stated and walked into the elevator. Nancy stood there, staring at the closed door of the elevator, blinking twice before her eyes hardened. “Damn it! As long as I get what I want,” Nancy cursed under her breath. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that the end result would be worth it. With determination in her eyes, Nancy turned and headed back to her room to start putting her plans in motion.

A dead end. Nancy appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a sheer lace robe that cost more than most people’s monthly rent. She walked toward him, her movements feline and calculated. For months, Nancy had been his anchor—or rather, his distraction. She was easy, she was eager, and she asked for nothing but his time and his money. She slid her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his back. "Forget her, Michael. She’s gone. She probably doesn't even remember your name. Why waste your energy on a ghost when you have a goddess right here?"

Maybe Nancy has written Cristoff's phone number somewhere or the place where they usually meet. Her room is organized as usual. Nancy is a person who is neat and makes sure her stuff is always in their proper places. Although we shared a room for quite a while, we made sure that we have our own spaces where we put our own stuff. On her desk were the pictures we took from Marshville. It brings back memories of the things we did and all the people we were with. We spent happy memories there. I opened her drawers and they were printed copies of her drafts of her novels. At the lowest drawer, she has a diary where she writes phone numbers of all the people close to her including her families', m

I continued and drank my beer. Nancy sighs and says “I’ve always dreamt about being an interior designer and I am now.” as she looked away sadly. “But?” I asked as I looked at her. Nancy chuckles after hearing me say that because she knew there is a but coming. “It’s not what I imagine and I realise I lose a lot because I spend most of my time chasing my dreams” she says.

Nancy strolled into her room and entered her closet unbeknownst to Hannah, who seemed to be in her own world. Nancy looked around and squinted her eyes at the box on the top shelf. It was the same box Hannah was holding the other day and when she came to collect her stuff at the house. She got up on the stool and pulled the box. She put it on the ground and uncovered it. Her eyes shined as she stared at Hannah's mother's pictures and letters. "Jackpot!" she whispered to herself. She now knew what will make her have a mental breakdown. She knew just how to push her from the edge.

**Nancy's POV** I tip toe towards my room as I enter inside the house. I don't want to encounter neither dad nor Nathan at all. I don't want our eyes to meet at all. I grab my heels on my hand and slowly tip toe towards the stairs in the pace of cat walks. "Caught you," Nathan's voice rings on my ear like hell. Why him? Why of all people it should be him? "Nathan!" I breathe out the air from my mouth as his eyes gazes on mine playfully.