Niamh Adkins Novels & Stories

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

Mrs Macaulay says with a smile. "Mum, don't use that adage please. You just want me to keep shut. Ana isn't a bad person. She is actually nice!" Trisha says. "Trisha, you are keeping your guest waiting!" Mrs Macaulay says with a satisfactory look on her face. _______________________________🖊 Dinner is been served in the Wachukwu's household. Everyone seems to be present except Alexandra. They were having boiled yam and egg sauce with fresh orange juice.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

Not knowing what to do, I took a seat at a secluded spot siping on the non-alcoholic wine in my hand. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson."

Nicolai I walked into the kitchen to talk to Ana and see her staring out the window with tears in her eyes. I rush to take her in my arms as she starts to cry. “What happened Ana?” I hold her until I feel her shaking start to subside. “Ana, sweetheart, tell me what's wrong.” I start to pull away so I can see her face and the pain in her eyes takes my breath away. “I couldn’t get ahold of Vivian, so I called the Emerald Clan, and they told me that Luther and Vivian were killed 10 years ago, and the killer has never been found. Who would want to kill them, they were the most precious people I have ever met. I need to know who did this, and I want revenge, not just for their family and pack for

As she watched Layla fall further into her manipulative trap, her smile deepened. A few days ago, she had discovered that she had inherited this power. She was still mated to Damien so she was still manifesting powers that belonged to Luna. It was the power to manipulate people's minds and turn them into fanatical idiots who would spill all their deepest secrets to you. After trying it out multiple times, she found that it only worked on people who were at their vulnerable moment or just generally weak minded. She wanted more information so she targeted Layla who wasn't only close to William but had access to the meetings between the elders.

Trisha agreed. Holly smiled at all the praise. "Emilie's cutting it pretty close, the dance is tomorrow." "Sapphire is too." Trisha defended. Holly shrugged, not denying it. "Does Lydia have a dress? Or Ann? You didn't say before?" Holly asked. "Yep." Melanie beamed. "Lydia went yesterday, and Ann brought a dress from Ireland." "I thought you'd make a dress." Trisha said. "I have." Holly smiled. "You'll see tomorrow."

She asked and I nodded, smiling at her. “Yeah, and he doesn’t know this yet, but you are coming with us to Leo’s pack,” I told her. I watched as her eyes grew serious. That was why I liked her, she never joked about anything which concerned me or the pack. “Is this about the crates?” She asked and I nodded. "Let's hope it's just a misunderstanding though," Niamh said after I nodded. I smiled at her as I thought about her character. Niamh was one of the people who saw the good in everyone. It came with its disadvantages, but it also proved useful when dealing with clan issues.

Siron murmured, in total disbelief. "Don't trust her, Siron!" his mother cried out, her voice raw. "Cian’s bloodline went extinct a hundred years ago! His last descendant, a girl named Niamh, died of illness when she was just a baby! I traced the family records in the village, in the secret room beneath our house!" "Niamh" laughed. Her voice shifted, no longer soft and bell-like, but deep and resonant, like the voice from the temple before. "Oh, how pathetic. You almost made me feel guilty."

The assistant followed Nathan for nearly ten years in worship, waiting to hear instructions. Without saying much, Nathan took something out of his pocket and gave it to his assistant, sternly demanding: "You find out about this girl for me." The assistant takes what the boss gives. It's a student card. He glanced at the information on the card. Amada Nelson, twenty-three years old. Year student of AK University, new york. Faculty of hotel and restaurant management. "Who is this, boss?" Questioning Assistant. "You don't need to know, just do as you ask. I want the report to arrive as soon as possible." Nathan said sternly.