Naya Rivera Book Novels & Stories

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When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

Either way I wasn't complaining, reading books was kinda fun. The one I'd just finished was about a girl named Naya. She was a hot headed young lady who wanted nothing to do with the knights and her father's kingdom until she was swept off her feet by a rival knight. Literally. They didn't kick it off immediately, hell, they were at each other's throats until they…….

Erada searched the shelves, since 54 was in Vince's body, he could also reach the shelves, even as they searched they couldn't find any book related to soul shifters. She was about to give up when she pushed open a drawer and she found the book she was looking for, as she picked up the book, she had a sudden feeling of de-ja-vu, it was black and it looked almost like a journal, the words 'soul slayers' was inscribed on it with gold. Erada heard the sound of the door being opened and she froze. She tried hiding behind the shelf as the figure came into view, it was Rivera, she was dressed in her night robes and her face looked somewhat pale, Erada tried so hard to control her anger, very soon

she said, but it came out weak, shaky. He smirked, already heading for the door. “Sweet dreams, Rivera.” The door clicked shut behind him. Naya sat still, her fingers pressed to her lips, her chest still pounding like she’d run miles. She wanted him. Now was not the time to want men, not after Daniel and Adrian, but yet… And God help her, she knew this wasn’t the end.

Naya had already arrived at the study, she was rummaging through the books in the study, she was too excited, she did not know what she would find, but she felt that it would help her in her path to get revenge for Zach’s death. She kept up with her search in the study, until she came to a section with books on magic and its application, they were all old books even the covers had a sign of the passage of time, she rummaged through the shelves one after the other, but she did not pick any one of them she was just looking at them. Suddenly she found a book to the side, it was made with leather skin and it was red in color, as soon as Naya set her eyes on the book, she was intrigued, because i

The stars blinked above like ancient witnesses, and the gentle hush of waves brushing the shore echoed through the trees. Inside a modest tent at the edge of the temporary camp, Nivera sat alone for a while, letting her fingers trace the rim of a cup of tea that had long gone cold. The glow from the lantern above flickered with the breeze, casting trembling golden light across her pale skin. Her thoughts were scattered, not chaotic—just full. She had seen more in the last few weeks than she had in a lifetime—battles, betrayals, divine revelations, and moments of unimaginable vulnerability. And at the center of it all was him.

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!