Nina's Blinds Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nina returned "After all my real Blake did more than this for me through out the time he was alive and because of you and your insane husband I didn't get to repay him!" Nina hissed "So don't you dare talk to me about repay." "Would you keep talking or would you rather undo whatever it is you've done to Blake?" Alicia retorted Nina went and stood in front of the palace door.As she could control things with her mind she preferred to undo it from here. She closed her eyes. Meanwhile,Blake was on the brink of death. He'd stop breathing seconds ago and was only struggling to catch his breath when all of a sudden the shackles of the frozen glass began to break and fall off him.

She blinks her eyes trying to get rid of the tiredness. "Please, come out." Nodding her head she immediately gets out of the car and looks at him confused. "What are we doing here?" She asks him confused and steps forward. He holds her arms gently so she wouldn't walk away. "Let's walk along the shore." He says and pulls her gently towards the beach.

I ask, my voice quieter now. “She’s alive. But she chose exile over royalty. She lives outside the palace walls. No crown, no drama. Almost like she ran away from the throne before it swallowed her.” I swallow. “Does Adrian know about Blake?” Nina hesitates. Her lips part. Her eyes flicker. “Uhmm—” The door opens. Blake steps inside. Nina instantly retreats to the kitchen like she was never part of this conversation—like she just overheard state secrets that could get her killed.

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

Killian nodded when expected, but he wasn’t listening. His eyes were fixed elsewhere. Across the hall, moving quietly between the shadows and the heavy velvet drapes, was Seraphina. She kept her head down, her dark hair pinned neatly back, clad in the simple, frayed dress of a house servant. She was meant to be invisible—a ghost clearing empty plates and refilling crystal carafes. Yet to Killian, she was the only object in the room that held any definition.

Neither of us noticed the small red light blinking in the corner of the room. Hidden behind a book on the shelf. A tiny camera. No bigger than a button. Recording everything. Watching everything. Sending a live feed to someone far away. Someone who smiled as she watched. Someone who whispered to herself, "Perfect. This is perfect. Now everyone will see. Now everyone will know what kind of man Derrick Cole really is. Taking advantage of a blind, helpless girl. They'll destroy him for me. And I won't have to lift a finger." But we didn't know any of that.

a soft voice interrupted. The door to the war room clicked shut. Nina stood there, holding a heavy silver tray. She wore her standard gray maid uniform, the fabric scrubbed clean but thin at the elbows. Her dark hair was pulled back, exposing the pale skin of her throat. "Luka and I already spoke about it," Nina said, keeping her eyes down as she stepped toward the table. "I will cover the hours when he is down in the pits." She set the tray down with a soft rattle. The scent hit me instantly. Freshly cut sandwiches, thick white bread, and strong, black coffee. My stomach twisted. I had not eaten in twenty four hours, but the food was not what made my throat go dry.

"Is this true, Nina?" I felt cold tears in my eyes as I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, it's true. I am Nina Windsor.” I said as I removed my cap and removed the first button of my gown to reveal an inscription that Henry had placed on the side of neck as a symbol of his presence. He looked at me in shock as I continued talking. “I came back to protect you and our children from Olivia's deceitful plans. I was informed about her plans and I couldn't bear to see her execute it.”

Nina said smiling, her and I walked by her side, entering what she called her tent, which was basically an old white, well now somewhat brown, sheet draped on top of two trees, it suited for covering her when she would change or wanted to sleep, but in reality, it was obviously not a tent. There, in a thin blanket that she used to cover herself when she slept on the ground, were a few dresses, pants, different corsets, shirts, shoes, slippers, even low heels, though why she had gotten those heels confused me as none of us could technically wear them, being in the forest, they would simply get stuck in the mud, which proved them useless. “Did he change from the last time we saw him?” Nina ask

’ While she’s busy preparing a set, I grow familiar with Yu's instructions—a blender, some coconut water and some fruits Yu often stores inside the fridge whenever he gets his occasional dose of hangover. “H-have you ever remembered anything from your previous blackout drinking?” She suddenly asks. My eyes blink twice with her sudden questions. Nina is extremely shy yet she is too straight-forward. And sometimes her questions catch me off-guard. "Nope, if I forget them then that means it doesn't bring importance to me." And it should be this way. I wouldn't like remembering any embarrassing stunt I make when drunk. "O-oh…I s-see…" I fail to notice her trembling fingers as she pushes the butt