Nandini Iyer Novels & Stories

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Every step I take exuding a quiet confidence that commands attention. Peeta opens the door for me as I step in and the room is filled with the Japanese, their gazes fixed on me as I enter. I take a moment to soak in the atmosphere as I gracefully take my seat at the table, my eyes scanning the room, meeting each gaze with a calm yet knowing look. I smile to myself, confident that whatever the reason, I'm not leaving here without a sealing handshake. It's me, Nadia, formidable and unbeatable.

The next thing on her schedule for the second week in Paris was to be among the speakers at a national conference, where she was to speak about food and nutrition at length. "Is this going to be on the news?" She asked her facilitator as she mounted the stage with a room full of distinguished guests. She had seen some members of the press and she had guessed so. "Yes, and also on all our social media platforms," the facilitator replied. It could only mean one thing for Scarlett. She was becoming famous. She was getting to the top even without a college degree. It was all she ever wanted.

Nicolai I walked into the kitchen to talk to Ana and see her staring out the window with tears in her eyes. I rush to take her in my arms as she starts to cry. “What happened Ana?” I hold her until I feel her shaking start to subside. “Ana, sweetheart, tell me what's wrong.” I start to pull away so I can see her face and the pain in her eyes takes my breath away. “I couldn’t get ahold of Vivian, so I called the Emerald Clan, and they told me that Luther and Vivian were killed 10 years ago, and the killer has never been found. Who would want to kill them, they were the most precious people I have ever met. I need to know who did this, and I want revenge, not just for their family and pack for

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Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out.....

When we finally arrived at school I opened the door of her car and I immediately got of not bothering looking at her or saying anything more to her what she said really shut me up for sure. When I got in school this time I got to my locker without being bullied by anyone was I glad but my happiness was cut short by Britteny and her gang of minions. 'Well if it isn't the whale' she stops in front of me giving me an evil grin. Brittney was really a beautiful girl she was a blond with brown eyes and very thin too like the super model type. To say I was jealous of the way she looked would be an understatement the only thing that made her ugly was the fact that she always put other people down ju

Cause she was going to be alone with her uncle. "I can't wait to have you as dinner to night baby." He said with a smirk on his lips" "I hate you". Chantelle said. He slaps Chantelle leaving her shocked and stunned. But she's also filled with anger, and she's tired of being mistreated. She decides that she's not going to take it anymore. She looks her uncle in the eyes and says, "I'm not going to let you treat me like this anymore. I'm not going to let you control my life. I'm going to do what I want to do, and I'm going to make something of myself." They were interrupted by the guests coming in the house and Chantelle decided to go to her room because she wasn't allowed to the party.

she warned. Just then, one of her acquaintances came forward and whispered something into her ear. She nodded to what he said and he moved backwards. "This is all I have to say for now and if we eventually find out who those assassins are, I guess we should be ready for work. Be safe," she concluded and they bowed again as she climbed down from the altar while they began to pace, creating the middle path for her to pass on as usual.

I lowered my gaze to the ground, not knowing what to say as I saw her crossing her arms over her chest, clearly just as nervous. Nathan lowered his hand to my lower back, wanting to push me forward; however, I was frozen in my spot. The woman who had nothing and who has made me live with literally almost nothing, fighting to earn the money I needed to get her medication, fighting to get enough for food, or for girl essentials, that woman stood in front of me, wearing a designer dress. Her hair was left in natural curls over her shoulders as she wore sandals. The dress despite not being fancy was a designer one, and the purse that she had on the couch was obviously not bought off a thrift sho