Nayla Bones Novels & Stories

He gave me an anti-bruising cream for my neck and sent me off. - "Alpha Christian will be here any moment! Channing hurry up on dinner!" Luna Rachael yelled. I gave her a simple "yes ma'am," and finished plating the potatoes. Then I took the food to the buffet just like this morning. After I went to the doctor, everything went pretty smoothly. Except for the part where Jamie had to lend me a dress because I didn't have a decent one. That was quite the show. The dress is beautiful though. It's a pale blue dress that goes to about mid-thigh, with a sweetheart neckline. It's not too extravagant, with only a few diamonds on the bodice. My shoes were just some white wedges that were about 3 inche

“I wanted to ask for your help in choosing an outfit. I hope you don’t mind.” I smiled at her. “Of course, I don’t mind. Let me remove this towel and put something on.” She grinned, setting the dress down on the bed. “Of course. Tonight’s a big night for all of us. I just don’t know which dress will suit me more.” It seems she’s nervous. Typical Lyra. She is not fashionable. In fact, all her clothes are plain, simple gowns and simple two pieces. I hurried up and dried off. Then I started putting on my cream and undies.

"Even if I'm crazy, it's all for you." Nyla's clothes were ripped, revealing her bra and fair skin.

Damon tightened his grip around Nyla's waist before releasing her, gently smoothing her slightly tousled hair as he said in a low voice, "Let's go." They got out of the car, and Nyla slipped her arm through Damon's as they walked in together. At the entrance, Gabriel and Jane welcomed guests, catching sight of Damon and Nyla approaching from a distance. Nyla wore a blue gradient strapless gown, her long hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. She resembled a mermaid gliding through the deep sea—a sight so stunning that it was hard to look away.

she yells back, then pulls away from the curb. I watch her taillights disappear down the empty street, my stomach doing little flips. I’ve wanted this tattoo for months. A delicate vine of roses curling over my left hip bone. Something pretty and feminine and mine. Tonight feels perfect. The air is cool, the city quiet, and I’m finally doing it.

Eason patted her head on the way out. Luckily Veronica had picked out several bathing suits for Nyla, but unfortunately, they were all tiny bikinis, something Nyla would never have chosen for herself. After trying them all on, Nyla settled on a pale pink that covered the most amount of flesh, which wasn’t saying much. Standing in the mirror, Nyla noted the scars dotting her torso from the war. “Try a t-shirt,” her mirror suggested. Jumping at the voice, Nyla often forgot her mirror had fashion advice programmed in, she considered the option. It took only a second for her to decide, and she reached into the closet for the biggest, baggiest t-shirt she could find. The only one that covered all

“I love you too. You, my little lion, and our other little one.” He had a lopsided grin on his face as he stood up and pocketed his phone and fixed his sleeves. He was handsome with a boy next door type look going on. However, that boy next door turned into a thing of nightmares when he was pushed too far or was facing an enemy. Nailah was wearing a midnight blue sweater dress that came to mid-thigh and paired with nude tights that matched her skin tone. They provided extra insulation since it was definitely cooler here. Then she had a pair of leather boots that came halfway up her calf.

A month after my remains were discarded, an old woman found my bones. When the police rushed to the scene, they were shocked by what they saw. The forensic expert, Dr. John had a grim expression as he examined the scene. Then, he said solemnly, "The victim appears to be a female between the ages of 15 and 20. She seemed to have died about a month ago. "The bones here are from the skull and legs, so this might be one of the several crime scenes. The bones have been subjected to intense trauma, and the whitened bones were not naturally decomposed. Rather, the killer likely used a small knife to strip the flesh.