Nevaeh Rodriguez Novels & Stories

The long table stretches out, empty except for the end where Nevaeh always sits alone. She’s there now, back straight, fork moving in slow, measured arcs between her plate and her mouth. Today she’s chosen a high necked dress the color of deep green, sleeves tugged down to cover her wrists, collar buttoned to her throat. Hiding. The fabric is too heavy for late summer, but I know why. Beneath it, the bruises I left last night are spreading. Purple fingerprints blooming across her hips. Crescent gouges where my claws bit too deep before I pulled them back. The small split on her lower lip is scabbed over, dark against her pale skin. She moves carefully, like every shift of her body reminds he

"Because I had heard Cyrus telling Mr Rodriguez that you're not Nevaeh but the question is, if she is dead then why would he or anyone else consider you as her when you haven't even seen her in your entire life? " Her shuddering heart started throbbing in pain processing her each and every word. "And most importantly, Ness. I don't know whether you've ever paid attention to it or not. You seems somehow relating to her, like Heaven Nevaeh, Your mother and she had died on the same exact day 5 years ago and he, with what intention he had actually captured you here in the first place because I know for sure at this point that it was not the reason that you were married to that Matthew Lorenzo. F

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

Before I can search for them, Theia runs over to me and snatches my arm. “Come on, Valerie. Let’s do it!” she yells, I allow her to pull me away towards the stage and uncertainty crawls in the pit of my stomach. I’ve never sung before, definitely not before a crowd, but I didn’t have the heart to stop her. She looked far too enthusiastic. “Are you joining?!” I yell to Naira. She shakes her head immediately, a smirk dancing across her face.