Nayla Bones Novels & Stories

Ashina's POV I was half-awake, not wanting to open my eyes yet, when I heard a voice that I hadn't heard since before I was stabbed, "Wake up, girlie! We got shit to do and you have a ton of people to interrogate. You need to get your ass in gear!" I grinned, "NYLA! I've missed you so much!" She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. The fucker thought he could take us out, but we're gonna show him we are nothing to be messed with. Now, you do not have the use of your legs. The doctor couldn't save them. But Selene made our magic even more powerful to make up for it." I smiled, "I like the sound of that." Nyla clapped her paws and rubbed them together, "So, let's get all the pity over with and

She sighted Naina and merrissa sitting at the front facing the stage, so she walked up to them, with silver behind her. " Wow can't believe Nicki could be this beautiful on pink" Naina said admiring Nicki. " Woah!!, And if I were to be a boy trust me I would have asked her out" merissme and they all laughed " Thanks Naina , you guys look amazing too" Nicki said and sat beside Naina while silver sat with merrissa. Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing.

But this is another level of bullshit! What the fuck is wrong with the moon goddess? Is she on some kind of drug? I didn't even realize when my razor claws replaced my nails. My hand swings swiftly, piercing through Jax's abdomen. Blood, along with some jelly thingy, sluggishly seep out from the deep slice on his stomach. Probably his intestines. Ewww. My gaze falls on my bloodstained hands, an air of melancholy cloaks me from everywhere, making me feel dark and gloomy. Today, I didn’t enjoy my favorite hobby, killing rogues. I didn’t savor his shrill screams, his horror face, nothing.

Even so, her stomach was still empty, reminding her of the hunger that kept haunting her. “Mira, hurry up and get on stage. The customers are waiting,” Eko's voice came over the intercom in the dressing room. Without saying much, Nayla took a deep breath and stepped out, heading for the small stage in the corner of the cafe. Nayla's outfit was still her usual attire, a white knee-length dress that looked formal because it was the only dress she owned. The make-up artist tied a small light yellow scarf to make Nayla look elegant in her simple dress.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

I thought that Naya would take her and run away, but that's not the case. She wouldn't even dare, she knows that I can find her, even if she decides to hide in the deepest hole. With a rose in my hand, I walk towards the door and knock on it softly. Naya opens the door. Her hair is made, a red flower dress is what she has on, and some simple sandals. She doesn't have any makeup on. If not for her red dress, one would have thought that she is going for a funeral. We stare at each other for a second without saying a word to each other.

After the last time, it wouldn't be bad enough to say that we were more like friends now. Friends with benefits. I took his signal, closing up the large distance between us. He stood there looking all professional in his grey shorts and baseball hat- surrounded by a bunch of other people. "So here's our second lead actress!. Everyone, kindly welcome - Selene Woods" - he announced, watching my approaching figure. I straightened my black top as i bowed slightly, strands of hair falling over my face. "You know, i have heard about you before and watched some of your movies - i must say Selene, you're quite the talent".

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.

she said sweetly, “that you’d be the one lecturing me on modesty. Isn’t it your specialty to leave men speechless by spilling out of your gowns? Or was tonight an exception?” A ripple of laughter broke from the members of the table. Nyla’s face turned red with anger, and she immediately retaliated viciously, while adjusting her cleavage revealing dress. “At least men actually look at me,” she snapped. “You should be grateful Damon lets you sit here at all. Without him, you’d still be scrubbing floors like the maid you are.” “Without him,” Elena replied in an icy tone. “I wouldn’t have to put up with dogs barking at me while I try to eat. Tell me, Nyla… do you ever get tired of chasing bones

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was