Nayla 소설 & 이야기

In her mind, a familiar voice suddenly echoed, the words drowned in a static, stormy sound, except for three: “Luna Sandra’s daughter.” Naya’s heart raced and her frown turned deeper. In her dream, the face of Sana Azalea appeared. Bloodied yet with a smile, she looked at Naya and softly uttered her final words, “I’m glad… that I was able to meet Luna Sandra’s daughter.”

Her heart was racing fast against her chest now, and she couldn’t tell why she was feeling shy. “I will take Hailey out after her school tomorrow,” Naya said with a cold look. “Sure dear,” he bowed with a smile. “Anything you want.” She slid up her tinted window without bothering to stare back at him. Naya placed her hands softly on her stomach, and recalled how hard she had been to herself. She was freaking 33 years old. Her hormones were still as high as they could be, and her feelings couldn’t be kept in check yet. She ran her hands on her neck and placed it down her chest, ignoring the fact that the driver was staring at her. She ran it down her stomach to her clutch, until she got a gri

she says nodding her head sure of her number, so this code isn't anything about age. "Okay, I'm next," Nala says happily, ready to tell us more about herself, and we were ready to listen to get to know each other some more. "Go ahead," I say she looked super excited to talk but was waiting for permission. "My name is Nala, I'm twenty-one, and I used to live with my mom, dad and siblings, everyone has decided to just give up when William came on the TV. I swear my dad had a crush on William and he loved watching him, and so we just came in when they called us, and I'm the only blue in my family," she says explaining her life, leaving just me to talk and tell them more about me.

A man followed the lady behind, and Luna Marion introduced them as soon as they approached. "This is my second daughter, Nali'a." "Hiiii!!" Nali'a pitched, surprising Rebekah with her over-the-top level of excitement. At least, it was better than Amaya's indifference. "My name is Nali'a. Meet my daughter, Amaya." She introduced, a wide smile on her face. Nali'a was intensely beautiful in an unusual way. Many people may have thought she was just an average beauty, but Rebekah appreciated her beauty differently.

She’s so simple and classy. She looks nothing like the usual Greyson women. Her jaw tightened. The phone buzzed again. Incoming call. Naya. Clara answered without hesitation. “Have you seen it?” Naya’s voice came through, sharp and eager. Clara let out a dry laugh. “Seen it? I’m staring at it.” “Can you believe this?” Naya continued. “The whole internet is losing their minds over her.” Clara stood up, pacing the bathroom. “That girl?” she snapped. “That local brat?”

Lina asked. “Where is Naya, I haven't seen her yet?” I asked. “Naya is dead,” Kieran said, with no emotion in his eyes. “What?!!”

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.

OHMYFUCKINGGOD this is huuuuuuge @camerontaygirl kind of disappointing how the guy who dropped the biggest album of the year and went on to win the prize for the best artist of the year, best debut album & shit, got it with such an ugly girl??? like??? he can do so much better??? @camtaytay are u blind or ARE U BLIND? have u seen her side profile in the pic??? & her body?? or maybe even her insta ??? i could sell my soul to the devil and still not be half as beautiful as her !1!1! god . i . want . her .

“w. wai. Wait, Queen Naya stutters disengaging herself from the hug, she moved towards Dave with shaky teeth and a curious gaze. “who is she and why is she here? She asked trying to shake off the thought that she is the Lunatic from earlier, “she can't be the lunatic, she looks like a moon goddess and the most beautiful creature that the gods bless the earth with, she has eyes that sparkle like a star, her lips look like petals of red roses, her dark hair like the smooth shelter of the goddess, her beauty surpasses all other types of beauty that exist in the world, I haven't seen anyone as beautiful as she is, she definitely can't be the ugly lunatic that Dave brought home last night, she no

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned