Nevaeh Rodriguez Novels & Stories

On the 31st of December, I was excitedly getting ready in the bathroom. It was New Year’s Eve and as promised, Abi was throwing a party. Half of Kellington High was going to be there, which would pose its challenges, but I’d come up with a believable enough story to tell people and I just couldn’t wait to see my friends. “The Sexiest high school dropout around,” Leo said, drawing up behind me and kissing my neck. “I’m not a high school dropout,” I said, leaning closer to the mirror to put my mascara on, “I moved to an art boarding school in Argentina, remember?”

Queen Tarah ruled Odeon since her husband’s demise and she had done a perfect job. He died trying to protect his family and she missed him dearly. She’d raised her children in the right norms and traditions of Odeon. Queen Tarah had a son who would take over the throne when it was time and a beautiful daughter. There names where Keon and Becka respectively. She was a sweet and going woman and she wasted no time taking Amira as one of her children.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

I hear a voice in my head tell me to brace myself. “Brace myself for what mom” I ask. Puzzled, my mom looked at me and suddenly, a vision came to me. A little girl about 8 years old, with red hair, falling to the ground. She turned to face me regaining her balance on one knee. With her head still down, and her arms holding her abdomen, she raised her head in defiance. Eyes blue as the sky, I could see rage in them. The air around her seemed to implode into her, building and inhaling the energy around her until I could see an iridescent haze surrounding her like a halo.

The sooner he is healed the sooner Nova will be awake. I walk to Nova’s room to check on her. She’s sleeping so soundly, her red hair fanned across her pillow, her lips seem to be moving in her sleep, like she’s talking to someone in her dream. Noraveena, my baby sister. She looks so pale and fragile, and we will do anything to protect her, and no one will stand on our way. We will never fail her again.

It took me a moment to realize that it was Nevaeh. She was clad in nothing but a towel that stopped on her thighs, her wet still dripping of water from the tips. My face tightened in a frown almost immediately. "I thought I sent you away? What are you doing here and what do you want?" "You." She purred in a seductive tone and went on to remove her clothes one after the other. "Why don't we celebrate your new found marriage the only way that we know how?" "So, what do you say, Mr. Martinez?" She asked, inching her face closer to mine as he stared at me. "Do you agree to my request?"

Nevaeh proclaimed as she finished her work. “Wow, I look amazing, thank you Nevaeh.” “No worries babe, I had a perfect foundation to begin with, I just added some enhancements to your features.” Nevaeh replied a small blush appearing on her face at might compliment. “What will you be wearing tonight?” I ask her as I go to sit on the bed, as we still had about an hour before the coronation started. “Probably one of the dresses that I got from the marketplace. I have a pretty blue one. It’s not exactly formal but it’ll do.” Nevaeh said shrugging her shoulders.

She found a mother in her. She found her mother in her. Neveah was an only child of Lord Matthieu Ramon and the Late Lady Heaven Ramon nee ‘Rosse’. It was times like this she missed her mother. After her mother's death, Lord Ramon had never let his daughter out of the mansion's gates unless absolutely necessary. She feared she would never see Mabel again. She laughed at how pathetic her life was. She wanted to curse this day but Mabel said she would be fine. She always has been and she would now.

“Oh yeah, Amara has run and won Miss Arcata High three years in a row. She’s seriously talented.” Amara shrugs her shoulders with a cringe. “Yeah, it’s kind of something my mom forces me to do.” Nevaeh crosses her arms in front of her chest with a venomous snort. “Yeah, I’m sure you hate it.” She says sarcastically. Amara blushes slightly and looks down at her lap. I look at Mikhail and give him a, “What the hell is her problem?” look. He simply shrugs. He looks as surprised as I do by Nevaeh’s bitchy attitude. For as long as I’ve known Nevaeh, she’s been cool. But if she keeps up the attitude, I’m going to have to check her.

Ciara Mendes Today, Evei is heading to Paris, unfortunately, work commitments summoned her to walk the runway at the Ritz Paris Hotel as a Victoria's Angel. Meanwhile, Navia departed on Saturday night to continue her final year at Brown University, where she is pursuing a degree in Marine Biology. Eve and I had met all of Micah's girlfriends, and out of everyone he dated, Navia was our favorite. Eve suggested that the next time Navia visits, we should plan a girls' trip to the Bahamas.