Nikke Ingrid Novels & Stories

, Bryndis said, sighing as she introduced each child. Ingrid, age 18. The oldest after Malik. 5'11" and obviously a warrior. Long-limbed and taut, Ingrid mirrors her mother’s sculpted physique in miniature. Ash-blonde hair cut into a bob that bounced as she walked, every step measuring distance and purpose. Her forest-green eyes are alert. A trail of freckles dusts the bridge of her straight nose. Ingrid favours snug leather leggings, cropped tunics and is accessorised with a single armband of braided iron.

Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out.....

like something out of a coming of age book, these two had so complimented each other that it would be hard to believe they hadn’t met before. “Pass me the cereal” Kat said, jumping over to the only couch that stood in the empty room. She shook the packet, knowing what it took out of them days ago to hike out to the grocery store. She still had her father’s credit card but it was of no use— —Nick still had some money he’d gotten off the streets. Literally. “You know i don’t usually eat as much” He lowkey threw some shades at her as he battled with wiring the old television before it came on. It usually sparks before it does. But then it shut off.

Sure enough, the person opposite immediately replied. Alina: 【Are you busy?】 Ingrid: 【Busy.】 Alina: 【You still have time to receive my red envelope.】 Ingrid: 【No matter how busy I am, I will still receive the red envelope, you know.】 Alina: 【Oh.】 Ingrid: 【What do you want to see me for? President Noble doesn't have time, so you are free to find me?】 Alina: 【I want to invite you to dinner tomorrow.】

"It's okay. Can I ask something? Who's Ingrid?" Andrick let out a deep sigh first. "Ingrid is... a childhood friend. Actually, of both Hector's and mine. She's an orphan, but we grew up together. She's special to me, and she was my first love, but..." Andrick's fists clenched, his face darkened.

My stomach and thighs are covered in bruises where he nipped me, marking me as his. “Iniko!” I growl, racing to the bathroom. Every place on my body from my neck down is covered in bruises. “Iniko! How am I supposed to go to class looking like this?” I growl at him. “You’ll go like you always do, Brooke. Now, you’ll just be carrying my mark so everyone here knows that they will have to answer to me if they even think about trying to take you from me.” I turn and look at myself in the mirror again. I’m not sure which is worse. Ignoring Iniko, or Massively Possessive Iniko. I really need to get stronger so I can claim him and we can get past all of this.