Nica Pierce Novels & Stories

She must see me as a player now, huh? By the time I got to the Grammys, I saw her standing there, looking extremely beautiful, she wore a pink ball gown covered with jewels. I approached her in a hurry so she didn't have to mess up the questions with the press, her beautiful smile was no where to be seen and when she moved away from my grasp, It felt like a needle had being stabbed into my chest. Amaya's POV I saw her "The Nicki Minaj" she's the moon goddess's twin, a queen and I absolutely adore her. I could rap her songs all day and watch Aiden complain as he's being dragged into it.

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.

"Scarlett." ******

There are several other messages coming in. (My Angel, all in safe delivery. They already transferred.) The girl known as Angel Gracelia smiled. It was a message from her henchmen who had succeeded in sending the last stock of weapons to be sold illegally. Now she has decided to quit that black world. Angel Gracelia converted to Islam with a new name, Diandra Safaluna. (Angel, The White One has an offer, 50% profit.) The girl's slender fingers typed softly.

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.

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.

Soon, incoming footsteps made by heels were heard and Jacob turned with Layla to see Nica march out of the building in a plain spaghetti crop top and bum shorts which made her backside appear firm. She had her usual sunglasses on and her blonde hair was now made in a braid style. Nica spin around as she approached her parent and her mother couldn't help but smile. She was proud of her. When the news came from her father that she was permitted to surprise Luca at Thornhill, her joy knew no bounds. She was prepared to spend the rest of the week at his place. Nica had done further research on her betrothed and got to discover he owns and stays at a multi-billion dollar glass villa in Thornhill.