Novel & Cerita Nia Kay On The Rap Game

Kaya’s POV "Uh yeah, when I grow up you know what I want to be? Take a seat, let me tell you my ridiculous dreams,” I rapped along to the faint music coming from my bedroom, using my shower head as a mic, hip hopping it up like I was shooting a world star music video, and yes, I was naked. That’s what people do when they get into the shower. Jumping out the shower, my body dropped to a gangster walk as I slipped the towel across my body, taking off my shower cape, allowing my long straight locks to fall to my shoulders.

Naya looked down at her phone before saying, “OOOh, I just got the word. After the party at the bonfire tonight to celebrate!” “You’re coming with us, Kamari, right”? Lana asked, looking around Naya as we left the bleachers after the game. “Oh, I don’t think so. I have so much work to do to catch up in class.” “Ah, come on Kamari, PLEEASE! One drink with everyone, then I’ll drive you home. Scouts honor.” Naya gave me her famous pout face that I had difficulty saying no to. “PLEEEEASE”? The other girls followed suit, holding their hands in a prayer pose.

“He’s the Alpha of my home pack ‘Moonveil’ . But please, stay away from him, Serena. He’s not a good person.” Serena frowned. “Wow, you never told me your pack’s name. But bad people don’t scare me. I’ve dealt with worse.” Naya smiled faintly. “I told you once… back in the forest. But you were passed out.” Still, worry lingered in her eyes, as though she was hiding something. Serena noticed, but chose not to press her. She would tell her when she was ready. A knock came at the door. Naya turned and opened it, only to find Thayne standing there.

“Oh, I made some buffalo wings for the game.” “Looks yummy. I want one.” “I’ll make you one next time.” “Yeah, your food there looked a thousand times better than the chips we have here,” Hideki chimed in. “Oh, Naya makes the best nachos in town,” Ellie said, giving Naya a secret wink. “You have to try it.” “Sure! I’ll look forward to it.” He winked at them but Naya knew, that one was for her. “It’s getting late, Ryo, you have an early shoot tomorrow.”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Her long dark hair is swept over one shoulder. Andreas takes a step back and folds his arms across his chest. “What are you doing here, Naya? Who let you in?” “Waltzed right in,” she tells him. Then her attention turns to me. “Oh, so that’s her.” “Jealous that some human girl scored the Alpha?” Naya rolls her eyes. “You’re totally right.” She comes to a stop, eyeing me up and down. “Martha wants to meet her.” “That’s a no.”

I sit there beside Toby and people started to shove foods and drinks to our faces. "No, thank you." I refused the glass of beer kindly. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my shoulder. "Hey, Mitz, Toby..." A girl's voice. I turned my head and saw a girl with black hair smiling at me. "I'm Naya. I'm the only female Quill Warrior." She said, sounding so proud. I would also be proud if i was her. "Stop showing off, Naya." Toby rolled his eyes. "What? Should I also tell her about the last battle that we had? You know, when i totally kicked your..."

Reed chuckled softly, and Carly's face formed a frown. "You're doubting me, huh? But I'm gonna shock you." She started out by packing her hair in a bun first, then she pulled down her skirt, leaving her in only a bum short, which she was wearing beneath. Reed watched with keen interest... She has not even started, and he's already feeling sweaty. Can he really handle this? Carly turned on the speaker and played her favorite song, "ANACONDA" by Nicky Minaj, on her phone.

Not a full song. Just soft, simple chords—gentle, repetitive, like a lullaby he was making up as he went. The baby stirred again. His tiny mouth opened in a yawn. Kai kept playing. Nia appeared last. She had showered. Her hair was wet, braided loosely down her back. She wore one of Amara’s old hoodies—oversized, comforting. She stopped in the doorway. She looked at the scene. She looked at the baby. Her eyes filled instantly.

“I hope you didn't forget me, Miss?” She didn’t shake his hand right away because she was thinking fast. Maybe this was it. The miracle she was secretly hoping for. If she played it smart and leaned in just a little, she could claw some control back. Nothing beats the humiliation of asking Rapha for help or sitting in a room with him and begging for scraps. But if Caleb wanted her in the picture… if he thought she was the bridge? Perfect! “Uh, no,” her chuckle lasted longer than it should. “It’s nice to meet you, Elvis Group guy, sure. I'm Niya Kendrick.”