Nekoma Members Novels & Stories

Jade queried, her voice sharp and accusatory. “Just leave and not get me angry!!” Carl growled, his eyes spitting fire. Jade fumed, with her fists clenched before leaving. Carl turned his gaze to Amanda and said, “Here in our club, we have almost forty members. The other guy I introduced to you is Mason. He’s the enforcer.” Carl showed her a set of people smoking and drinking on a settee. “The dude over there with a long blonde hair is Henry. Over there are, Ronald, Megan, Tim, Henry, Jade, Taylor and Sanjay..”

He's among the younger members of the group. 6. Kenma Jung Nickname, kookie. He's the youngest and the most energetic member after Hobi. His hair is a mix of being a brunette and blonde. There's nothing, literally nothing, name it that he can't do. Dance, singing, rapping, workout, archery, horse riding, athletic, painting. The list can go on forever. He's among the towering members of the group, as all others his physique is stacked, well-defined abs. 7. Taehyung Kei

Someone might have made a comparison to the little Dutch boy—but I wouldn't be the one to say that to his face. It was hard to reason with the old ones. They were like Alexis in that they only cared about those things that affected them. "My name is Kim Kinninsky," I said. "I am the Master of Sector Seven and member of the Council of the Neratomay." I failed to tell him that that name of my sector was The Land of the Happy Feeling. My tribute to Frankie Beverly and MAZE wouldn't have made me look very tough. I nodded to Voss, who respectfully inclined his head to me.

Frankly, I didn't think his face would be this emote. “You don't remember me?” He asked, his eyes frantically searching her face. At this point, I had to intervene. So I cleared my throat to gain everyone's attention. “Uhh-urrghm”. Well that quickly got everyone's attention. “Who are you?” Noah asked. “My name is Naya, member of the Blue Moon pack” I introduced myself, “As you can see, I have brought Hazel back to you” “Blue Moon pack?” Noah asked.

There were, however, consequences. Nomsa, who had seen how tough life can be, desired to change her life without dying prematurely. And, thanks to the mysterious lady’s indoctrination and manipulation, she found herself agreeing. That’s how Nomsa became a member of THE PRIME ORDER. Unfortunately for her, she was previously only an outside member. She was fortunate to be a part of this secret organization because she didn’t have to do much. Nomsa’s responsibilities were little, but her monthly income was generous.

, I stated. Akanksha raised a brow. "Fine.. a bunch of people who manage the world affairs. What have you got to do about it, Neil?", She asked. I smiled at her. "No body knows much about them except the members. Anyone who becomes the member once can never leave. May what come.", I added. "Yeah?", She said, still not finding the connection. "So what Neil? You were just dealing with the underworld. The only people you should be scared of is the police.. then why are you so worked up about the Masters?"

Wilna made sure that none of today's reports were missed. If there was one report from one of the departments that was important enough to be discussed but accidentally missed, her work tomorrow would be even more piled up. Plus tomorrow she will have a rather annoying guest; Vladimir Erick. Helena's friend and starting tomorrow will be an important part of the Nakia Group. Who knows how Helena will persuade the eccentric man to want to work under the Nakia Group. Even so Wilna was grateful if Nakia's problem could be topped immediately even though it required extra attention, but the woman believed that no one would expect if the item could be repaired.

well. Said “we were wrong” more often than I’d expected. Wrote numbers on checks that made Coleman’s budget team visibly dizzy. Niko moderated a breakout on “Healthy Paranoia vs. Conspiracy.” He tried not to look at me too often. Failed. I pretended not to notice. Failed. At the end of the day, they herded us all onto the stage for a group photo. “Founders of the Neural Integrity Network,” the photographer said, as if it were a perfectly ordinary thing to be.

Every fan in the server banks hummed a low, vibrating note that rattled Barzil’s teeth. Neoma stood ten feet away. She looked too small for the stage. The holographic emitters surrounded her like a cage of blue light. She wore no armor today. No crown. Just a simple tunic of grey weave, the kind a Dregs scavenger would wear. Wolfy tapped a console. "Global link established. We are live on all frequencies. Citadel. Apex. The Wastes. Every screen, every datapad, every hearing aid." Neoma nodded. Her hands were at her sides. Barzil saw her fingers twitch—a spasm of the ulnar nerve. She was terrified.

They were a far cry away from the Harvest pack. Neoma was only momentarily dazzled because as soon as Kaiser noticed her, he publicly humiliated and openly scorned her. No one came to Neoma's defense. Some even joined in the dissing. The Harvest pack blamed Neoma for missing the opportunity to be affiliated with a much stronger pack. They badly criticised Neoma to the point of driving her away.