Nina Six Of Crows Novels & Stories

Made myself keep my eyes on Santoro, keep my face completely still, keep everything locked down the way I’d trained it to be locked down for situations exactly like this one. Then I looked. Nina. Her hands were tied in front of her. Her dress from the club was still on, the green one, creased now and wrong in this setting. Her hair was loose. There was a mark on her wrist from the rope. Her face. Her face was the thing.

*Nina* The world around me blurs into a chaotic whirlwind of screams and shouts, but all I can focus on is the sight of Cassandra crumpled to the ground, her body still and lifeless. The gunshot echoes in my ears, a haunting reminder of the horror that has unfolded before our eyes. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I feel is a suffocating wave of despair crashing over me.

“When you're gone, he'll see clearly and know who should be his in the first fucking place!” I groaned in pain, wincing when she pulled harder before letting me go. “Do your thing, Nina, I'll be right back. I'll go cover our tracks.” Monica said and strutted out of the warehouse. Nina turned to the table and picked up a glass jar. I gasped when I saw they were full. Ants. They were full of soldier ants. What the fuck? She walked back slowly, towards me, giving me that stupid unhinged smile and there was a growing fear that she really would kill me. My eyes stayed glued to her hands unlocking the jar and I fought against the ropes around me, trying to break out.

The real trail vanished into fog as Nyxara withdrew. By the time the first panicked calls echoed through the consortium’s ranks, Nyxara was already in her kitchen, pouring herself coffee she had no intention of drinking. The ritual grounded her, kept her hands steady. In the room’s silence, she could almost hear the city’s pulse—a heartbeat that would soon skip, then race, as those in power realized something irreplaceable had been stolen.

High above the desecrated courtyard, a lone black crow watched the scene silently from its perch on the broken pillar, and deep within Nysera's ancient soul, something fundamental finally began to break. End of Chapter 6

Nina is losing hope. A night of drinks, partying and fun at a trendy club downtown ends with her getting kidnapped and put up for a sex-trafficking auction. Her only savior? The devilishly handsome and incredibly sexy mob boss who hasn't taken his eyes off her since he walked into the room. She's just finished her finals and looks forward to taking on the whole world. But all can go to shit in just a second. Unless he saves her. Yaroslav Baturin is smitten by the pretty girl looking desperate and forlorn on the auction stage. He's a man who's hard to impress, but something about Nina stands out to him with just a glance. Nina says he can't own her. Nina challenges him

Leaning against the wall, dragging on a cigarette like she owned the air in the room. Zia blinked, her throat dry. “Nia?” she croaked, her voice raw. “Surprise,” Nia smirked, flicking ash onto the dusty floor. “Long time, no see, huh?” Six years. Six years since Zia had seen her sister, and she looked as chaotic as ever. Nia’s jet-black hair hung in jagged waves, her eyeliner smeared like war paint. She wore a ripped tank top, jeans that had seen better days, and an expression that screamed, trouble’s here.

Nina paled when she heard what Sandro just said. "K..k..kill?" She stuttered with shock. Even though Nina is a dragon, she is not trained to deal with male dragons double her size. She never thought there are so many people inside the palace who wanted to harm the Queen. Sandro laughed at the petrified expression on Nina's face.

That sounds smart, doesn't it? I really hope it does. ********* NINA'S POV: I was seated in my car in front of Ross's mansion wearing an expensive brown trench coat I had simply rented for the night and a black sexy lingerie. I had with me a syringe to inject him with in order to knock him out for a few hours while I slept with him, take pictures of the two of us naked and in bed and maybe take one of his watches. I loved him with all my heart but this girl, me, was broke and Tony was doing so little especially as he was obsessing over his ex-wife.

I don’t know what that says about me, and right now, I don’t care. “Yes, but it’s a bit more complex. I’ll have to draw symbols on the floor around where you two lay. I’ll need thirteen candles. Six black, six white, and one red. Get your shadows to work, boy, because I’m not cleaning the shit up on the floor, nor am I fetching those candles.” Mags demands lighting up a new cigarette.