Nina Zenik Novels & Stories

She looked really intimidating but was actually really nice so far; She looked eerily similar to Haze from her facial features and smile. "Hey, I'm Nina as Haze said" she rolled her eyes at him, earning a smile from me. "Haze doesn't usually recruit new people like this, maybe it's because you're really pretty" Nina raised her eyebrows at Haze. "She's good at knives" Haze smirked confidently. "Oh so you're good at Haze's specialty" Nina smiled at me. "Better" I winked at her. She let a giggle slip before seeing Haze's unimpressed look. "He knows it too" I smiled at Haze jokingly.

On the way, Zachary received a call from Rick. "Mr. Collins, Jasper is dead." Zachary didn't even furrow his brows. It was part of the plan. "I know." Rick, familiar with Zachary's habits, quickly spoke before he hung up. "Mr. Collins, Nina wants to see you." Zachary's voice was cold and ruthless. "She’s giving up so soon?" Rick shivered even through the receiver. Nina wasn't registered in the country anymore. She had some coonections and had protection in Northern Manya, making it impossible to capture her for sentencing.

She said. Of course, that was my question when I first saw her. Everything around here is off. Nina Duma, a thirty-one-year rebel who overthrew the rulers of Havin by herself. I know it is a lie, as she was once part of a rebellion. She was a lieutenant to Sera. There is no way she could have done this.

“Look what we have here. Don't you think having a sweet tea party with a murderer is a bit… excessive?” Nerina stood instantly, eyes narrowed as she glared at Zenya. “Zenya, what is the meaning of this? What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Whatever do you mean, Nerina?” She stepped closer and tilted her head up in challenge. “I’m doing exactly what someone in this damn pack should have done days ago,” Zenya snapped her gaze to me, a wicked snarl on her face. “I'm here to apprehend a murderer.”

Magdalena walked toward the door. “Mother, it’s me, Magdalena. You didn’t recognize me?” she replied coldly, rolling the suitcases up to the door. “And this is Sara, my daughter.” Nazi stared at them in disbelief. “Magdalena? And this is Sara? What are you doing here? You came?” “Of course we came, mother. What, did you think we would just appear by ourselves?” There was no warmth or longing in Magdalena’s voice. “Move aside. I’m bringing the suitcases in.”

“Here, let me mend this for you. It’s annoying dragging yarn around, and the colors are fading. I just mopped yesterday, you know?” The four weirdos exchanged glances. The livestream chat suddenly lit up with a new realization: 【Turns out she’s not brave—she’s blind.】 【No, she does know where she’s going. I bet she’s severely nearsighted.】 【I’ll call her Nina the Miracle. She just opened a totally new way to clear this scenario.】 【Quiet—actually, she might be genuinely clever.】

“There’s someone here to see you.” I didn’t even look up. “Who?” “She says her name is Nina.” My jaw tightened. Of course. “Let her in,” I said finally. Zade stepped aside, and Nina walked in like she owned the room. She was dressed in a black gown, very slick and fitted, showing her curves majestically. Her hair was pinned up, a few loose strands framing her face. “You’ve been ignoring my calls,” she said, closing the door behind her, as her dark and dangerous seductive eyes landed on me.

The only possibility was that Nina was financially supported by her sugar daddies behind Nash's back. She would rather believe this than believe Nash would give her money to spend. "What's wrong with my nephew giving his wife some money? Does it need to be suspected by others? Do you feel a bit sour about not getting what you want?" Suddenly, another voice came from their conversation. Following the voice, Nina saw Zoe York, gracefully swaying her slender waist. She was wearing a black dress, outlining her graceful figure. With her hair pinned up into a bun, she appeared to be almost fifty years old, but there were no signs of aging on her face. She had a tall and elegant demeanor as she wal

"Let's see who dares to do that!" Naomi appeared, followed by members of the Mystic Nine Bureau's Third Division. The group leader, holding his credentials, accompanied Naomi as they entered the room. However, Nini, who had just had her severed hand reattached by Newton, was infuriated. "Who has the nerve to oppose us at a time like this!" When she saw Naomi, she froze in shock. Everyone in Kennington knew that Naomi was Zayan's precious daughter. Nini's demeanor suddenly changed, and she rushed to Naomi, crying, "Naomi, you have to stand up for us. This demon harmed my son!"

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."