Novel & Cerita Nina Daniel

Everything inside her hurt, and very badly. But Daniel didn’t move a muscle, while she struggled. “But why?” She managed to ask. He spared her a cursory glance, and then made to leave the room, but before he did, he glanced at her, his voice firm and cold. “Why? Because your replacement is pregnant with my child.” Naya felt the air leave her lungs, and then she was gasping frantically for air, papers falling to the floor. Then her legs gave way, and she hit the ground with a thud.

Then a voice. “Alpha, outside.” I turned toward the door, but Delilah’s hand shot forward and grabbed mine. “You need to prepare for what you’re about to see.” “What are you talking about?” I asked. Her eyes were already running up with tears. I frowned before the smell of blood and a familiar scent hit my nostrils. Nikolai… Sienna was already in the garden. She stood still, arms crossed over her chest, as if holding herself together with sheer will.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

Only killing rogues can calm me down and now the last option is out of the list. "B-but Alpha only dead-" Daniel's excuses are making me furious and madder. "I WANT ROGUES OR ANYTHING. GIVE ME ANYTHING." I would fight a T-Rex right now, I don't care what is in front of me, I just want to break bones and shed blood. I feel the canines rising again from my bleeding gums. My claws dig into the leather chair tearing its foam, with a little more pressure its headboard breaks. I lift the chair and smash it with force on the closed door. Its wheels and legs fly across the room.

"What's going on, Nina, what is talking about?" I looked at Henry with tears as tears started dripping from my eyes. Olivia took a step forward, her voice filled with bitterness. "Your humble maid, Nins isn't who she says she is, she isn't the maid you think she is. She's been lying to you this whole time about her identity. Her real name is Nina Windsor. She's your wife, Henry." The room fell silent, with the weight of Olivia's words hanging in the air. Henry's face went pale, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "Is this true, Nina?"

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.

Renai took every misstep that a butcher's daughter can not afford. She shouldn't have befriended Prince Zebian of the Kingdom Of Sebria when she found him injured beside her dearest spot. She shouldn't have helped him, met him every day for years, eaten lunches with him, shared a kiss with him and officially made him fall in love with her, but she did, and for that, her family paid a huge price. Returning homeland after eight years, she prayed that the people of Sebria would forget her, but the moment she crossed the borders she was reminded of who she was. A commoner bound to serve His Majesty. Love would be questioned, hearts would be mended, memories would haunt and most of all, T

Daniel could not help but smile inwardly, not only was she beautiful, she was also mannered even though he thought it weird that at twenty one, she'd never had a boyfriend , she could also cook and she was independent. She wasn't like Nikita who carried her father's money around like it was hers. " So, do you only offer snacks? Food, anything" he asked, trying to strike a conversation with her. Who'd have ever believed that the cold CEO in the person of Daniel Norman would have ever been so desperate to strike a conversation with a woman.

Daniel said. Nina nodded slowly. She pulled her legs up onto the chair and held her cup in both hands and looked at him with the expression she reserved for things she was taking seriously, which was different from her ordinary expression in ways Daniel could read clearly after seven years. “How are you feeling right now,” she said. “Not about Tim. About you.” Daniel looked at his coffee. “Untethered,” he said. “Like I’ve been inside something for so long that being outside it doesn’t feel real yet.”