Naya Rivera Book Novels & Stories

“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."

The confidence that carried her moments ago faltered, and before she could stop it, tears slid down her cheeks. She let out a shaky breath, wiping them away quickly. “Why am I even crying over this?” she muttered under her breath, forcing a small laugh. Straightening her shoulders, she whispered to herself, “Tonight, I’m going to the club. I’ll dance. I’m done crying.” ********** (Selvayra) Naya sat on a fallen log deep within the forest, the shadows of the trees hid her away from sunlight. Her eyes were hollow, filled with pain and exhaustion. Every breath felt heavy, every thought a burden. She stared blankly ahead, hating herself, hating everything.

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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.”

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.