Novel & Cerita Nia's Solo

My eyes darkened as Deadboltz showed himself, even more pissed than I was about his failure to deliver. Otis clawed at my hand, eyes bulging and chest heaving for air, struggling to say something. “Me-mess-message.” Upon hearing that, I unclamped my hand from his throat, and he dropped to the ground, slightly hunched over with a hand massaging his bruised windpipe. “Out with it,” I hissed, not giving him time to recover as I glared down at him. He tentatively straightened with his average frame pressed against the wall for support. “Um, Nia is not in any of the rogue villages. She’s in a pack.”

"Give her the phone and I'll have Jill get you a burner phone." "I knew I liked you for a reason," he replies with a chuckle. "I'll see ya later." "Bye Vince," I say and hang up. My family is chaotic. "The person who does the identity shit is called Chiyo," Alex says as he enters the room. "She operates out of a club mostly. I've arranged the plans to attend tonight." "Sounds good," I tell him. "Can you have the jet ready to head back home tomorrow night?" "It's already set for seven tomorrow night," Alex replies. "How's Vince?"

“Tell me, Nia – how? Alone? Depending on the mercy of a man who already broke you?” Nita’s eyes burned as she blinked rapidly, words failing her. Mia leaned closer, her tone soft but resolute. “You need this. Not just for you but for your child. Adonis isn’t just a place to hide. It’s a place to start over.” The silence stretched between them, heavy and undeniable. Nita’s thoughts churned – Nick, her broken heart, her unborn baby, the impossible weight of her circumstances. Finally, she drew in a shuddering breath and nodded, “Fine,” she

“You go first.” Nia scoffed loudly before stepping into the arena. As she passed me, she leaned close enough for only me to hear. “Watch and learn, bumpkin.” She said, and then she walked off confidently. I folded my arms while trying not to look nervous. To my annoyance… Nia was actually good. Very good in fact. She handled the rope smoothly and moved with confidence instead of panic. The calf ran wildly across the arena but she managed to catch it faster than almost everyone else before securing the rope successfully.

She’s humiliated. Nia smiled and stood up. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry. My husband has learned how to play piano since young. His skills are pretty good, too. After he saw the piano, he couldn’t help but want to play it. He didn’t have any intentions to show off. I hope none of you pay any mind.” Nia said that they had no intention to show off, and she even asked the others not to mind it. Yet all that was exactly what she was doing right now, showing off. She was obviously enjoying the envy and admiration of her classmates.

"To be honest, I have no damn clue. I've been saving my money though, and Marta and Bill would shit, bit I really just...ugh. Well, I want to go somewhere. Do something. Between the studying, side jobs and being in that depressing house, I just want to break the routine. A change of scenery." "I feel you! I'm wanting the same, but I was too afraid to do do alone. I was just waiting on you to say something like that so I'd have a partner in crime. I don't have the balls to go solo." I smile. "Me either. Bill has kind of freaked me out over the years. If a dude follows me through the 7/11 I'm already reaching for the industrial strength dog deterrent and convinced it's my end." She laughs.

the entire team echoed. Nia didn’t echo. She was too busy glaring at me, her arms crossed like she was auditioning for the role of Mean Girl #1 in a N*****x teen drama. “Five! Six! Seven! Eight!” The move began smoothly. I crouched, hands secure on her waist, preparing for the lift. Nia stepped into position with her usual confidence, flipping her ponytail as if someone asked her to pose . I lifted and she rose. Right as she transitioned into the final balance before the jump, her ankle turned at an impossible angle. There was no dramatic crack or scream, just a sharp gasp and a very very scary collapse.

I’d clap, but I’m mostly code these days. Lys smirked faintly. “You’re quieter,” she thought back. “I can almost hear myself think.” *Scary,* Aria said. *We should get you a hobby before introspection sets in too deep.* The wind lifted strands of Lys’s hair off her face. Below, a familiar gait crossed an intersection—Nia, hood up, escorting two newer arrivals toward one of the safehouses. On another corner, she spotted Imani outside a converted gym, leaning against the doorframe while a group inside ran drills that looked brutal even from this height.

Nic laughed, "okay . Now we know who to consult when we want to check out Germany... and yes about that, we kinda decided that you'll take the first solo." My eyes shot wide open, "when was that decided without my permission?" "We voted... well Meagan suggested you do that Hallucinations solo you did.... you'll be amazing and it will be fucken up there.. we need that.." I turned to Meagan and she smiled, "the team needs that..."

he grumbled as he started to work. (***) Sexy Girls Group 😘 : Salsa : Guys, what are you doing? Salsa : hello, answer me this time! Lia is reading..... Lia is typing..... Aini is reading…. Salsa : hey, why are you just watching it? Lia : You're noisy. We're busy. Right Ni? Aini : he'eh… but by the way, why is my name Nini so crazy? Lia: 😒 (cynically) when did you know Ni? Your work is just silent every day.