Nina Watson Age Novels & Stories

Nina yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. She was another person who played a very important role in my life, she was 45 years hot and a beautiful lady, but she was also a prostitute. She is the most beautiful and attractive prostitute of the entire city and her influence hasn't diminished over time. She was a top class prostitute of our times, but now she has reduced her work a bit.

She blinked as she rubbed her eye with the back of her hand almost amidst waking up from her dream but in reality, it was so quiet and lonely. She breathed shakily as she sat up slowly and brushed her messy curly hair from her face with her fingers. This was Nina. Thirty-two and alone. It's not because she didn’t want love, but because she always seemed to chase after the wrong kind of men. She wasn’t the type who fell for sweet words or a surprise candlelight dinner. That had been years ago, when she was younger, more hopeful and more innocent. Back when she thought love came with guarantees. Now, she lived with a cautious heart, one that had been cracked too many times to count.

He has brought his company to become one of the most respected giants. While in front of him, Nina Evans, a 23-year-old lady, sat with a tense face, her hands sweating; she had no idea what she had done wrong. It was already the seventh month since Nina joined Nathan's large company. Initially, she was very ambitious to join the prestigious company because she was among the best university graduates with special values and talents.

Her grandmother died and she became totally alone but Nina didn't give up and from the mere age of 19, she decided to handle her whole life on her own, both emotionally and financially. Nina was making her handbag for the interview when she heard the sound of Cain's car honking. “He is here finally,” Nina uttered, excited and both the girls walked out of the main door. “You are looking beautiful,” Nina heard her 21 years old boyfriend, Cain, saying to her. She smiled and then broke their hug. “Says who…who always looks like a walking supermodel,” Nina teased him, making both Cain and Rachael laugh. “Now let's go. It's already 9:20,”

Sarah looked at Wills Watson and asked: "Brother Wills , how old are you?" Luke raised his hand and knocked Sarah on the head: "Eat well, and don't ask about things you shouldn't ask." "I am curious," Sarah said as she looked at Luna . "Elder sister, can I ask how old you are?" "I'm 24 years old, and he's 29." "Wow …" Sarah clapped her hands: "29 years old, already is the CEO of the company, he's too amazing, awesome." She gave Wills Watson a thumbs up.

Like why would anyone do that to someone just because he played with your heart. "You went too extreme, Natalia.." Natalia just shrugged. "Too bad I don't feel remorseful for what I did. Tho, it happened few years ago but I'm glad I taught him a really good lesson. Next time, he won't think of playing with any girl's heart" Olivia sighed in understanding.."How old are you, Natalia?" She asked. "I'm 20.." Natalie responded. "Wow!" Olivia muttered.. Natalia is 20 but she looks pretty smaller than her age.

I told her sternly. Mona rolled her eyes at me. "Nina is eighteen." She pointed out. "Touché." Tomorrow, I will make it right with Nina and I will explain everything to her.

Both siblings has smiles on their faces. "Where are you from, Nina?" Elizabeth queried. "I live in Whale Bay together with my mothe-" my words hanged at the tip of my tongue. "With a cousin..." Her forehead creased strictly. "How old are you?" "Twenty four, Madam..." She's so soft-spoken! Her physical features might be a little rough and stern but her voice and tone were so calm and peaceful! I bet I could sleep listening to her. "What's you education background?"

Elaine For years, I had learned how to feel a fracture without turning it into a personal emergency. Bridges of Life destroyed that discipline in less than ten seconds. “Nadia,” I said through the channel. The woman appeared on the screen from the Foundation’s central headquarters. She was no longer the blue-haired teenager who had run away from a home because she feared locked doors. She was thirty-four years old, ran youth protection across three territories, and still carried that independent shadow that moved behind her whenever she became angry.

She knew that look. “Get Natalie for me,” I said as the others filed out. “It’s time?” “It’s time.” Nora disappeared into the back offices. I paced the empty training room, my nerves making it impossible to stand still. This plan was risky beyond belief. If Nick discovered what we were doing… I pushed the thought away. We didn’t have a choice. Footsteps came from the hallway, and Natalie appeared. At twenty-two, she looked younger—fresh-faced and innocent, with bright eyes that missed nothing.