Naya Rivera Book Novels & Stories

I let out turning back to the counter and placing my can next to the box of frosted flakes. “Are you ok?” Maverick was quick to my side placing a hand over my now quivering hands. A twenty-year-old man and two nineteen-year-old teens where brought in to custody yesterday morning for questioning over the death of nineteen year old Ashton Rivera who was sadly stabbed twice in his abdomen as well as suffering knife wounds to his hands last week that sadly caused him to lose his life. The three suspects have now been charged with his murder and remain in custody until… “Nina” Maverick called, his voice soothing like a whisper. I released a sharp breath forcing a smile to my lips. “Sorry, I’m fin

⸻ And a woman stepped out. ⸻ Silver eyes. ⸻ Dark hair. ⸻ A calm smile. ⸻ Exactly like the girl from the memory. ⸻ Exactly like Nyra. ⸻ She held a black book in her hands. 📖🖤 ⸻ The title glowed. ⸻ THE END OF REALITY ⸻ Nyra smiled. ⸻ Then looked directly at Ilyaan. ⸻ And spoke the words that shattered everything.

NYRA She told Rafael about Nyra that morning — she went to his study before breakfast and knocked and told him everything about the courtyard, about the woman who appeared and disappeared, about what had been said. He listened with the particular quality of attention he brought to important things — completely, without rushing to respond, giving her account the full consideration it required. When she finished, he was quiet for a long moment. "Nyra," he said. The name had a quality in his voice: not surprise, but the weight of familiarity — a name encountered many times in reading and now arrived in the room. "You know who she is," Lena said. "Of her," he said carefully. "In the oldest texts

Rowan's words shattered my heart completely. I let out a bitter laugh, turned, and walked away without looking back. Someone once told me that promises were the most useless things in the world—what mattered was action. I never believed it before, but now, I did. I took a cab to the Rivers, planning to see Patrick and leave after that. Halfway there, I received a video call from Jeremy Harding. "Angela, look at the tulips by the side of the road—they're so beautiful. Coriland is amazing. Are you really not coming back?"

I shouted and after making that speech I started heading for the cave with a huge army following me. Even if none of them had followed me I still would have gone alone anyways, to face the demon army by myself. ********* Riana's POV Ever since that night after doing some thinking, I made a decision and got my own little bible and Lena was totally ecstatic about that. “When you draw near to the creator, he will draw close to you...’

she said, unfolding it, “was written by a young woman in Cairo. Her name is Layla. She sent us this letter three weeks ago.” River moved closer to the podium, his voice steady as he read aloud: “When I found Rewrite, I was standing on the edge of a rooftop. I had a letter in my hand. It was a goodbye. But instead of jumping, I opened your book instead. And by the time I finished the first page, I was crying for a different reason. Because I saw myself. And I didn’t feel alone anymore.” The room was silent. Not a dry eye. River folded the letter carefully, placing it back into his jacket pocket.

> “He wants to replace the river with silence.” > “To turn memory into a forest of mouths.” > “And your village is the last dam.” --- That night, Mira finds the old riverbook left by her grandmother. The pages are brittle, but one remains untouched by time — sealed with wax and pressed between dried leaves. She peels it open. A name stares up at her. One no one has dared speak since the river first turned black. “Asamando.” The name of the original river spirit. The one before Nana Esi. Before the River Witch.

And I would do everything to pass the board exam in just one take. Just a little more, and I would be a Certified Public Accountant. My name would soon become Dayanara Clariz N. Rivera, CPA. I felt like my feet barely touched the ground as happiness overtook me. My self-confidence had increased, and I was even more motivated when I passed our Certified Bookkeeper Examination two months ago.

he asked. I nodded, my head feeling three sizes too light. “I’m okay,” I said. “Just…too many people in my head at once.” His mouth twitched. “Welcome to what it feels like to be Alpha.” Nyra snorted. “The difference is, she doesn’t have your years of being kicked in the face by it,” she said. “She jumped into the river and didn’t drown. For the first time, that’s more than I expected.” I let out a weak breath that might have been a laugh.

He turned away and dove into the water, fleeing the cage as if running for his life. I stood frozen in place, tears streaming down my face, a bitter ache welling up in my chest. One year. An entire year. I had finally found him. I never imagined he was still alive, living in this form. After the river god fled, I unlocked the chain on my other wrist and climbed out of the cage. I became the first river wife lately to return to shore alive. Chief Whitmore was very displeased. He summoned an experienced midwife to examine me. When she discovered I was still a virgin, he became even angrier.