Nica Pierce Novels & Stories

All his nails are also painted in black. Fiel on the other hand transformed into a gorgeous woman. Her emerald hair is styled in side-swept waves towards the left accentuated by a hairpiece made with white lilies and pearls. Its soft curls fall perfectly framing her face. She wore a halter white gown that perfectly hugged her curvy body. Complementing her stunning olive skin. It has a plunging neckline with sheer details of lace and white butterfly embroidery from the waist down. While the rest of the trail is elegantly laid.

Nia rolls her eyes. “I think he’d mind.” Pritchard gives Nia her space, but he’s never that far away. “He doesn’t get to mind. Biology is not destiny.” Nia tosses her long black hair, her piercings glittering in the sunlight streaming down from the high gymnasium windows. She’s supposed to take them out for sports class, but she has fifteen—lobes, daith, helix, tragus, anti-tragus, all of ‘em—and she’s not about to bother. That’s why she’s benched.

I simply chose a grey bra and panty. I realize my life is dry, like sandpaper. I don't go to clubs or on tinder dates like my other classmates do. I feel like I don't belong in this fast forward modern generation. I am an old school person. Simplicity is the new black for me. I lift my one leg, then another, and put it inside my panty. Suddenly my phone rings, I try to get it but my leg slips and I fall flat on the floor, my panties get stuck onto my legs.

Sweat. I'm covered in it. It's been 15 years since that fateful day. But just like every other night, the day haunts me. Plague my dreams. The screams of my parents. Their eyes that were so full of life turned so …cold. It's been exactly 5475 days since I became Ashanti. 8 years ago, I became the bridge between the Mafia and the human world. I know it sounds corny, but I am. Even I can't comprehend how a fragile 10-year-old girl turned into someone who is feared by most.

He said softly and just then, the door opened again, and Stacey peeked her head in. “Okay. Sorry to ruin the emotional moment, but it’s time.” She let out and then stepped in fully, eyes glistening when she saw me. “You look like a freakin’ goddess.” “I know right, Nia is a miracle worker.” I replied with a smile. “She’s crying on her I*******m right now,” Stacey said, grinning. “She posted a sneak peek and said she’s honored to have dressed a queen.” My cheeks warmed. “I don’t feel like a queen.”

"Just say that she did something that blew my mind away and ever since then I have had my eyes on her." I was Alexander Pierce for a reason, the richest youngest billionaire in New York. I get anything and anyone that I set my eyes on and I have set my eyes on Melissa Dawson.

I frowned when I realized who the blonde girl is. She smiled widely "Hi, I'm Nica Steele. I'm from St. Rita high." Nica introduced herself I glanced at Rielle and just like me, she's also shocked. Nica is such a nice girl. We got along easily maybe because she's super sarcastic, like me. "Are you single?" Anthony, one of the jerks asked "I am. But I'm not interested in you." Nica sarcastically said I told you. She's more sarcastic than me.

She gave me a smile that was fake as glass, her eyes sweeping over me in a slow, mocking scan. “Alejandra, right? I’m Nicole Perez.” She held out her hand, and I took it hesitantly. “Call me Andra,” I corrected gently. Then it hit me. This was Nicole Perez, the famous international model. Her name was known even in France for her work. How could I have not recognized her sooner? “Sorry, my hands are a mess. I just finished painting,” I said, noticing her frown as she looked at my stained fingers as if the sight annoyed her.

That what she felt for Martin wasn't just resentment—it was love. Pearl nudged Cynthia with her elbow. "Gina's totally jealous, isn't she?" Cynthia glanced at Gina's clenched fists. "Looks like it." "You do know her!" Pearl leaned in, eyes wide. "Her real name's Nancy. Got caught on camera at that racing event last month—social media blew up over her ‘rich heiress' persona…" Onstage, Nancy flashed her brightest smile for the cameras. But when her gaze locked with Cynthia's, something cold and hostile flickered in her eyes.

The blades of the chopper finally came to stop after minutes and that was when a young blonde appeared at the door of the transport with a big smile. She was in a white print shift dress which is styled with a duster jacket and a pair of stiletto heels and had her sunglasses on as well. Her skin was flawless and her hazel kind of eyes was something that would be noticed first. And that was Nica: The last child and only daughter of the Mizzeti mob family. She is cherished by her brothers who are overprotective and would not hesitate to take the sight of men who had eyes on her. Her parents on the other hand have trained and groomed her from birth to be married into a powerful family just like