Nikki Jaeger นิยาย & เรื่องราว

a woman said, suddenly appearing in front of me. Judging by her face, she wasn't much older than Mrs. Sarah. However, she carried a firm, rigid air about her—much like Jefri. "Yes, she is Jefri’s representative," Mrs. Sarah added, suddenly appearing with a stack of files in her arms. "There is something we need to convey, and you need to hear it, too." The woman extended her hand, offering a stiff, professional smile. "I’m Niken. I’m here on Jefri’s direct orders."

It is just that he usually spends his time with his friends that is why he was not able to show off this another side of him for a long time now. "Nice one Nika. You really did great this time. With a dagger in Jace's hand, he will be a tough nut to crack. I saw how excellent his darting skill was." Niccoli nodded in commendation. He raises his hand to give Nika a high five. Of course, Nika was too slow to react so Niccoli was awkwardly left with his hand hanging in mid-air. Thankfully, Audrey is there answer his high five. They walk a few meters more before they were able to meet their first prey.

The bag fell to the floor, some of it's contents falling out. "Oh, my God..." She squatted to pick them up at once. Jagger watched silently. Her hands froze when she saw something disturbing. Her brows knitted in confusion as she picked it up and slowly turned to Jagger, making him see it. Shock and confusion crept into the man's eyes. It was a visa to another country. ****†****†****† Na-ri stared pathetically at Nikolai from behind. He was drinking - again. Just like he's been drinking since the previous day.

Like always, Anna Jager made a rather dramatic entrance, parking her customized Lamborghini Aventador diagonally across two reserved spaces, not paying attention to the valet staff scrambling to intervene. The Niche Group of Companies headquarters was a towering edifice of polished chrome and tinted glass, a monument to Khaid Jager's public legitimacy. A tight circle of security guards and junior associates near the main lobby entrance dissolved into hushed conversational admiration. Some were even drooling at some point. “Did you see that paint job? Crimson. Only Anna Jager would wear a suit the same color as a six-hundred thousand dollar car. She's unreal.” “Unreal is right. That swagger?

he pursed his lips. I know right! Ego was dripping down his voice the way he took his name to introduce himself. "And what about you?" He asked taking another sip from his drink. "My name is Nikki Ahuja" I smiled. I have to almost scream at the top of my lungs to beat the loud music and make it possible for him to hear me out clearly. "Single?" His eyebrow cocked. My ears didn't catch his words but I read his lips. I took a deep breath and leaned over the small table lying between us to show a good amount of my cleavage and his lustful gaze trailed down to my breast as expected!

she inquired and that was when I realised this had to do with Nico and all these charges were a trap to rat on him. And right now I was more than happy to. “Miss Cavill, answer the question, is Nico conspiring with Kenji, you have to understand that Kenji Sasaki is an international criminal, wanted in over 5o countries, especially here in the U.S, he is a ruthless bloodthirsty leader of a dangerous clan in Japan, he has trafficked and killed hundreds of women and children, and you were seen being intimate with him, several witnesses put you in a room with him” she accused.

“I know it.” I wasn’t so sure. But I wanted to believe it — for him. For the pups. “I had a dream last night,” I said. “I was walking through the forest, but everything was quiet. Too quiet. Then I saw her — Mila — standing by the river. And when I got close, she smiled like she was proud of what she’d done. Nick’s face hardened. “She’s not done breaking people,” I said. “Unless we stop her.” “We will,” he said firmly. “You’re not going to have to keep looking over your shoulder. I promise.”

I hold her, hoping my touch wakes her up slightly from her traumatic reverie, and I watch Nicco smile at the crowd, putting on his charm far quicker than I’ve ever been able to. “James, James!” he calls. “Where is he?” What the fuck is he doing? Even Ava turns her head slightly, trying to understand. A long silence stretches across the crowd, broken only by the small cough of some man on a table in the back. For a moment, I see Nicco’s hopeful smile twitch, so slightly that I’m unsure it has actually happened. But then, finally, a short, balding man somewhere at the edge stands up haltingly. It’s James Ferguson, the son of Raya Ferguson, one of the world’s top models.

I don't want to experience it again. "Jacky. Jacky." Nikki's voice brought me out of my head, as I answered back. "Yes, Nikki. I am here in the kitchen." "Have you seen my school shirt?" "Ah. Yes, it's on the third shelf." Nikki, my younger sister was everything I wasn't. A girl everyone wanted. She was the protagonist of her school. A great singer(Head singer of her school team). An amazing sports, the person (Head girl of the scout's guide and sports club). And more than that she was filled with extraordinary confidence that I so wished to have. She wasn't fat but she wasn't thin too. She was what you will call a person with a healthy body. And other than anything she was a giver. A girl