Nicola Anne Peltz Novels & Stories

"She's an attorney at a prestigious law firm that probably has more dead partners than living ones and offices in Papua New Guinea and a few dozen other places you've never heard of. I'll be right back." "You are a nut," Nicole bumped me as we weaved our way to her buddies. "Ladies, this is Cáel Nyilas. I think I mentioned him once." By the looks on their faces, once had been enough. "This is Zelda, Marsha, Phyllis, and Rivka -- Rivka Feinstein, ADA for New York County," (that's Manhattan for us hicks). "Ah crap," I exclaimed. That wasn't what they expected. "I confess," I looked at Nicole, "I saw the name in an article on the back of the Village Voice. Sadly, they had R. Feinstein and I stu

"Does that sound like something you'd be interested in attending?" The way she's looking at me entails that an event planned by Nancy doesn't stop at drinks, sparklers, and party hats. Of course not, she is too sophisticated of a woman for any of that. There are few ideas, rather raunchy, crossing paths from one edge of my brain to the other. "Mind sharing more details about this party of yours?" I ask, knocking back the rest of the red liquid and preparing for what she's about to tell me. "As I've told you before, Nicolas and I are in charge of The Valley. We take care of both guests and long-time members." she trails, taking a few seconds to refill my empty glass.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Usually, they say women take a lot of time to get ready but here the situation seems a lot different. Anyway, I am ready to wait. I do not find any problem with that. I am wearing a white turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and a brown overcoat. So I am not shivering and not complaining like others here. "Come on! Why are they coming? I'm annoyed as fuck! I'm shiveringgg!" Nicole complains. Yes, she is the 'others'. "Then who asked you to wear a vest?" Malcolm laughs and Blue joins him. Nicole throws a glare in Blue's direction but she just rolls her eyes in return.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Ms Bell Lopez:- Anastasia’s Aunt. Claudia Marie Murray:- Nicklaus’s personal assistant. ••••••••••

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

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