Nevaeh Rodriguez の小説・ストーリー

Neviah made her way toward us, her curled auburn hair moving gently in the breeze. If there was any woman who I would agree was the most beautiful person I knew after myself and late mother, it would be Neviah. She had the body of a goddess capable of seducing any man or woman she wanted. She did not have Kim K’s body or any of those overly hyped body types. Neviah was a plus size queen with a heart of gold. My only other friend aside from Finn and sister who was out of the country.

Nevaeh (n/a pronounced Nevea) Belmont, the tabloid’s favorite socialite, ex-party girl, stood quietly in the foyer of her condo building, dressed conservatively and trying not to be nervous. It was silly really. She’d charmed heads of state and celebrities. She’d made the world her oyster. But one man still had the power to reduce her to a nervous wreck. Still…

She didn’t even know why she cried. “Margarette, please tell me what this is all about so I can help.” “I’m helpless. We’re hopeless.” The grief in her voice was too thick it shot right through Ellaine’s heart. “I can’t understand. Calm down, please.” “Estelel is my sister.” Margarette could’ve thrown a bomb at Ellaine but won’t surprise her as she did by her statement. “Yes, Ellaine. Believe it or not, the Virsathen tree is my sister.” Margarette cried.

~Nevaeh My name is Nevaeh. If you know anything about English, that’s heaven spelled backward. I honestly wish my parents had consulted a soothsayer before naming me; if they had any clue I was a cold-hearted bitch, they would have named me "Hell" instead. I walked into school this morning, and the first thing that caught my eye was Becky—the school’s resident slut—tongue-kissing my ex-boyfriend, Ryan, right by the lockers.

She was fucking insane. “I want to right my wrongs Paisley” “I didn’t fucking ask you to. Go away Nevaeh. I’m fine and happy here” “What’s going on?” Elowen asked from behind me. “Nothing. She’s leaving” I said quickly. “I’m not. I want to say the truth” I glared at her but she pushed past me and went to meet Elowen. “I’m Nevaeh. Elowen’s twin sister” she held out her hands. Elowen cast a glance at me before taking her hands.

We took to Wikipedia to get a more profound meaning— "An erroneous belief is that the name has an Irish origin, a variation of the name Niamh, which is still common in Ireland today; however, Nevaeh was recently coined and American. First off, the name Nevaeh doesn't have any meaning besides Heaven, so anyone saying it means Hell because it's Heaven spelled backwards is incorrect."

I demand, my voice low but laced with venom. Neveah’s face remains a mask of calm indifference, her expression unreadable. "Why did I do what?" she asks, her tone as neutral as ever, her eyes cold and unyielding. She’s always been this way—unshaken, detached, emotionless to a fault. She had mastered the art of concealment, perfected the ability to lock away her emotions behind an icy wall. It was her armor, her defense against a world she had always called cruel. "It’s the only way to survive," she used to say. And maybe it was. She’d carried the Rivera name with a stoic grace that left no room for vulnerability.

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

She never imagined that she could be that wild to the point of forgetting where she was. ‘Ooh my God, I don’t know how uncle Eliphas is going to look at me from today onwards. My perfect image has crumbled right before his eyes and I have nowhere to hide.’ Maya thought. Her mind was screaming in frustration while Calista almost her head off in her mind.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.