Naya Rivera Book Novels & Stories

I would have ended up sleeping outside, without a roof under my head. … Author Tina Nwuba: “Welcome to my newest book, my awesome readers. This time, I am serving you guys an obsessive werewolf romance book. The beginning of the story might be too much, but these few released chapters aren't enough for you to judge the overall aspect of the book. Stay tuned for more drama, and how our Priya’s destiny changes from not being wanted or appreciated, to…. Let me not spill the beans <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.

“It sounds good when you call me. It sounds different. I feel normal. Again." He looked at her and sighed. “You're normal." Rivera shut her eyes as flashbacks of that event began to course through her mind. She opened her eyes and snapped, her voice breaking her out of it. “No. I'm not normal. A normal girl doesn't get raped by a mafia don because she refused to get sold…” "Rivera…”

“Just don’t lock the door.” Something inside her shifted, a warmth rising—stubborn, bright, unfamiliar—threading between the three of them like a lifeline. It felt frightening, this sudden, tenuous connection, but it also felt real. Nyxara let out a shuddering breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Her shoulders sagged, just a fraction, but it felt like the start of surrender. “I don’t know how to do this,” she confessed, voice ragged. “I’ve only ever had myself. Never anyone else.”

Naya's eyes were still tightly shut praying for any miracle to happen,she didn't even see when Stormie positioned his huge dick at the entrance of her pussy. And without a warning, he shoved his whole self deep inside of her. Naya eyes flung open as she screamed in pain, she struggled to free her hand, but it was all useless, her entire body was in so much pain, she felt something coming out from her vagina, and it was actually her blood. TBC

The shortbread was buttery and lightly sweet, with a floral flavour, the edges were rolled in sugar, and Nueva licked the gritty substance of her lips and nodded yes to Perla. "Well. I would have to tell you a story that we all grew up hearing as children in this pack. The story about Saul and Thiago." Perla made herself more comfortable on her chair like it would be a long story. "I have seen those names in a book", Nueva exclaimed, intrigued, remembering reading them in the old leather-covered book in Alpha Gray's office. "Oh, that must have been Rowan's old book." Perla smiled approvingly. "I didn't understand the language, but I looked at the drawings."

which is where we will find the “Red Book Of Memories” Naraja: “Pfft, you said “y’a” and~ are you a history buff now. I still don’t even know what a “Red Book Of Memories” is, let alone those other two y’a~ just mentioned.” Isilia: “John. I’m going to kill him.” John: “HAHAHAHAHA. It's okay, Isilia Naraja’s just messing with y’a~.” Isilia: “Not y’a too...uuggghhhhh.”

“Tell me.” Nayara took a moment to compose herself. She was still feeling the aftereffects of her encounter. Ghaeron did not hurry her, though he was impatient to hear. At last she began her tale. “I was surveying the northern lands. They have suffered so little during the early conflicts, and I wished to see if that situation had changed. The people there have so little contact with those further South.” She paused, recalling. “There appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary. The few villages I saw were doing well, living as they always have. I considered going as far as the lands of the Haimaar, but determined that I could do so at another time. I was ready to return and hear of your own

It was like she wasn't harmed at all. "That's the river of healing." They heard a deep voice explain to them from afar. When she swam out of the river, she lay on the bank and stared at the moon. She wasn't crying or talking to herself anymore. She was silent, so silent that their hearts hammered against their chests, threatening to rip out through the ribs. Whenever she stayed silent for that long, she was always planning something drastic, something that could leave people around her in pain.

There was no one to blame but him. _________ Day 2 River woke up early that morning. She had cried almost the entire night. Her heart was still freshly wounded. She wanted to call Erica, but she never memorized her number, only her Father’s, and for important reasons. Hours passed. She stopped for gas and food and kept riding. She was in Nebraska, close to getting to the South Dakota state line. It was all beautiful. Except for the cornfields. She realized she would never want to see another corn field in a long time.

I shrugged my shoulders as I opened my luggage and picked the things I will be using later. “You’re free to think whatever you want. But let Nayara and Lumara eat in peace.” “Humph.” Snow turned away from me and urged the other two ladies to take even a single bite. Actually, I was most worried about Nayara. I had the impression that she is a delicate lady and needs delicate care. Moreover, she also came from the sea and things in the land are so new to her. ‘Just like a baby.’ Nayara took a small bite and drank a lot of water afterwards. Her face was pale.