Nia Coleman Novels & Stories

“ Can you get me my cocaine? “ Nik asked. She shook her head and Nikolai laughed. “ You are useless then. You should have thought about all this before you went and crossed me. Do I look like a pussy to you, Claire? Because you thought I was a pussy. If you cross the wrong person you die. “ Nik said and stood up. He gestured for Anabelle to do her thing and then left, with me following closely behind him. Lorenzo did too. Lately, he had been quiet. “ What will we do about the lost cocaine? “ I asked. “ It’s gone by now. They already resold it. Maybe they sold it in another place. You can’t sit on cocaine that is worth ten million. “ Lorenzo answered. Nikolai took out his phone and started di

A successful endeavour prioritizes happiness over money. Finally, Caitronia Coleman is now signing off but will always hold a special place in your heart. The Lost Heiress of Coleman's Clan has now found...

Noah Pierce remarked, his voice neutral as he adjusted a map. Cole didn't look up from his tactical display, but the smoke from his cigarette curled more aggressively around his head. "She took that plastic e-bike," Noah added, checking his watch. Cole’s eyes snapped up, flashing a dangerous, predatory gold. "Don't you have a pack census to finish, Noah? Or would you prefer a permanent assignment overseeing the silver mines in the North?"

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I say, waving my phone in the air. “We're invited?” He sounds surprised, I don't blame him. I'm surprised too, but the thing is, I trust Caleb, he never disappoints. “Never underestimate the power of a woman, Mr. Domino "he tilted his head back and laughed, I like his laugh. He should laugh more often, it makes him beautiful. Shame, he's carrying it 6 feet. “Duly Noted, ma'am,” he says with a grin. Oh, this will be fun. I can't wait!!

he says. “You’re starting to scare me a little Colby,” I start to say, “What histories are we talking about?”. “I am responsible for a little girl named Amelie. Amelie is my niece, her parents – my sister and her mate – were killed by rogues when Amelie was a baby. I have loved that little girl from the moment she was born and the only regret I have is that I didn’t have my mate to help me raise her,” he says looking down.

Around it, an untold number of butterflies and fireflies where it had to brighten the place much more pleasant. While enjoying the cozy environment…. (crack) (Swoosh) (Tack) 'Come out.' (...) 'I'm not going to repeat myself. If you value your life, I suggest you come out from there.' A few seconds later, a shadow emerging from its spot turned out to be the young master of the Coleman family, Nicholas Coleman. The Coleman family. A family that is well-known throughout the empire for its textile business. There are numerous buildings that belong to them and most of the clothing was being produced and selected by the head of the family himself.

I instructed him on the facilitators before leaving. Cole is gone because he left early this morning. I remember the name of the one who called him last night. Is it possible that it was Ella Lavarias? She is the only Ella I know. They are both in Manila. It's just a different firm, but maybe there is a connection?

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”