Nina Adelard Novels & Stories

I said while I handed her him. "Ye-es Alp-ha. His na-me is Nick." She said while she wiped her eyes. Boring name. "Okay. Well now his name is Ekon. It means strong." I smiled while I gave her nod and walked away. I took a look around and smiled. Alpha Aphrodite. I smiled and walked towards the old Alphas estate. First female as an Alpha. Let's keep it that way. *****

The crew immediately gathered and left the remains of their work, including Nina the apprentice. "Oi, Brat! Come here!" Shouted Captain Gavin, glancing at Nina who was standing at the back of the line. "I-I am I, Sir?" Nina asked confused. "Who else is the brat here?" "Yes, Sir!" Nina walked over to the scary captain and stood beside him. "Introduce yourself!" "Introducing, I am Karenina Morales, I'm 21 years old. I am a student at New York University majoring in communication science. Please help, thank you!"

Adel said. Adel has a hand in these situations. She was not part of the operatives but a direct aid for the Maestra. She runs her errand if she is too occupied, but mostly she serves her tea and hangs around at her quarters waiting for her commands. She was very well educated in art, and arithmetic, and could understand and speak fluently in five native dialects of eastern origin which made her quite a help for the old lady. "Do not fret. He may live, by the will of the First Son," Sudan said, gesturing his hand from his lips to his forehead - a holy act of sanctification for the One God - and uttered a short prayer.

Drake asked, raising an eyebrow at Alvize. “I only have one woman in my life,” he said, looking at me before turning to face Drake who rolled his eyes. “Let her in, she is Nikita.” “Andrea, let the woman in. This place is turning into a mess of mafias.” He said, rolling his eyes. Nikita walked through the strap and both cops avoided looking at the woman before she approached Alvize. She nodded at him but didn’t bother looking at either me or Drake, not that I could blame her, she didn’t know who we were.

' Adelina stated 'go to God and swear at him. I was baffled by their humour as Nemesis chocked on her mayo chicken burger. 'I haven't even introduced any of you. How rude of me! Adelina meets Martinez. Serephina meet Martinez and Martinez meet Adelina and Serephina. They are both truly the devil's spawn.' I walked over the door and it was locked. So, I took apart the hinge of the door and walked out. She wasn't expecting that and neither were her friends.

Gabe adds. “First off there are seven of the girls. Three you have already met. Kylynn, Tianya, and Everly. Then there is my sister Vienna, Alayna, Jenna and Zya. Zya is married to Drew and her, Alayna, and Jenna are Kylynn and Tianya’s back up dancers. Drew is the other guitarist for the girls while Vienna is their drummer. Vienna, Zya, Gabe, and I are related to those two.” Dalton says. That surprised me. I can see their family resemblance with Dalton and Gabe, but Vienna and they look nothing alike. I haven’t seen Zya. I don’t know if she looks like them or not.

He needed no soothsayer to tell him Jonathan McCurby did not like him. "Trust me," Simone continued. "Adelina Delgado never sleeps by 1pm. She had this sick thought that siestas are a long waste of time. You can imagine." Simone let out broken laughs recalling her best friend before the events of three years ago. Adelina was so passionate about her work, family and Jonathan McCurby. So full of life. She definitely missed that. “So how is she holding up? I hope that isn’t discreet information you can’t share?” She took a seat across him.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Not knowing what to do, I took a seat at a secluded spot siping on the non-alcoholic wine in my hand. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson."

“The newest addition to Alden’s experiment, subject #062” The light almost seems to get brighter. I notice people glance down, faces blank as they write down something on an unknown surface. The voice coming from speakers above me sounds rather animated and excited. What have I been dragged into? “This ones a fighter. Alden has put in a personal search for her after his own warriors failed to capture her after a year,” they say.