Niamh Adkins Novels & Stories

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.

My eyebrows raise as I see Jake smiling at me as he leads me inside, “Her cat- umm- her cat-“ “Is sad, like depressed and there are apparently no cat therapist so I called the-“ I complete Jake’s sentence but Nathan just looked at me with raised eyebrows, not buying my awesome story. “How about this? I’ll come back to you in half an hour when you have a better story prepared?” He asked me in a serious tone. “Yes boss, I can do that.” I say as I salute him for some reason and he laughs before walking away. I get nervous around Nathan, he is my best friend’s husband but he is my boss first. “Emily, I know you are really emotional right now but you can’t tell Elizabethan and Danika about anythi

"if it wasn't for Alpha here, I wouldn't be able to have this chance. I would have died a long time ago alone and cold. Out in the woods." I looked up at Brax, who stood there hiding his emotions. his hand grabbed mine, and I could feel that even now, he wasn't showing it. He was sad. brax left the room leaving me alone with the girl, i sat there listening to her story. I felt like I had to. She had been kicked out of her pack after they had beaten and abused her. She walked for days until she became too weak, collapsing to the ground. When she came to Brax was carrying her through the woods. He took her to the hospital, and when she was better, he gave her a place to live and a job, making

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Maybe that's what I deserve. ******** Rachel I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it's true that he once was my best friend, someone who was older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connected, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when my mom died when I was fifteen. I don't know from where my father, whom I never knew came in taking in his ho

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.

"Scarlett." ******

"Between six and six thirty. Using an employee credential that was deleted eight months ago." "Whose credential?" I asked. "It traces back to Nadia Williams," Marissa said quietly. "She had internal access to this company long before the gala, Mrs. Adams and someone just used it tonight.”