Nola Gaye Novels & Stories

Her eyes were puffy due to the nonstop crying. “You have to bring my daughter back. You have to! Noelle hates cheese in her meals. Heaven knows if she's been fed.." Layla stammered and her head fell on Nolan's shoulders. “We have to bring her back, she can't sleep without me singing her lullabies. I'm sure my little angel must be crying out for me now and there is nothing I can do about it. I feel so useless.. “ she blurted out as Nolan wiped out the tears from her face.

I stare at him a little dumbstruck for a moment. “I am guessing you are Princess Nova?” he asks in thick Southern American accent. I’d say New Orleans. “I am Garrett, your tutor” he says holding out a hand for me to shake. The second I take his hand, I regret it, his hand is warm and soft but his grip is strong yet gentle. I imagine holding his hands. What the hell is he doing to me. My brain is short circuiting. I realise I still haven’t said anything. “Yes. Sorry, I am Nova!” I say too brightly. I try not to show how much I am inwardly cringing at my voice. “Sorry I am a little distracted today”

“Immensely.” Nolan’s eyes narrow. “You’re interfering.” Demon shrugs. “I prefer the term curating chaos.” Gaia’s voice cuts through the tension like a blade. “Alpha Nolan. If you take one more step toward her, the land will respond.” Nolan’s jaw tightens. “Is that a threat?” “It’s a statement,” Gaia replies. “One you should listen to.” For a long moment, no one moves. Then Nolan exhales slowly. “You’re not worth a war,” he says to me. “Not yet.”

Although Noah was overcome with lust, something troubled him. Yanni became a doctor. She got married two years ago, and her husband, Gael Remington, worked in the technology company. He did very well in his career. However, their relationship had always been lukewarm. Noah saw Gael at a hotel last week. He was accompanied by a woman. She was kind of attractive, but she appeared weary. There was also a boy who was about four years old with them. He looked closely and confirmed that the boy didn't resemble Gael at all!

She spots Giovanni, and I swear her eyes sparkle like she’s seeing dessert. “Oh, shit,” I mutter. Giovanni raises a brow. “Problem?” “She’s going to flirt with you.” His face does that flat, unimpressed look he saves just for me. “I don’t flirt with clients’ friends.” “Yeah, well,” I say, “she’s vicious when she wants something.” We reach the table. Nola practically lounges across the cushions like an overconfident cat. “CARAAAAA!” she squeals, then turns to Giovanni, slow and predatory. “And who,” she purrs, “is this tall, dark, ruin-my-life specimen?”

The sound was soft, trembling, uncertain—like me. The door creaked open. Clara stepped in, her expression filled with worry. “I told you not to come today,” she said gently. “I had to,” I replied. “If I stayed home, they’d think they won.” She sighed and sat beside me. “You don’t have to prove anything to them, Nova.” I looked down at my hands. “It’s not about them anymore. It’s about me. I need to face it.” She hesitated, then whispered, “Daniel posted the video on his I*******m too. He captioned it—‘Know your level.’”

Levi’s eyes widened at Noel’s honest words. “Oh,” Levi frowned and looked away. He felt embarrassed. Levi couldn’t believe Ethan was jealous. “Does he know about you?” Levi asked. Noel smashed his lips, “Does he know what about me, Sir? The fact that I am gay and I was beaten up by my friends for that, or the fact that I tried to kiss you when I was drunk?” Noel asked. “Because he knows that I am gay, but he doesn’t know the mistake I made. I shouldn’t have done what I did, and I am very sorry about it. Respectfully saying, but I don’t think he needs to know about it, sir. It was a huge mistake, and I will never make it again. Ever. So, why bother bringing it up?” Noel asked.

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

She chuckled at my dramatic thoughts. Nola was the first one to notice. She sniffed the air as she approached the bar, her eyes flashing with silver. Her gaze narrowed into slits as she thrust her order pad at me. I spotted tiny tear marks on the order pad, and when I looked at her fingernails, I saw they had gone thick, black, and had become sharp. I quickly met her eyes and raised an eyebrow. She was stoic, her face was rigid, and her eyes glowed with fury. I could see she was physically trying to stay calm, but she hadn’t taken a breath the entire minute she was standing there. “Breathing helps,” I offered as I cracked open a new bottle of wine.

I wonder how gay people make love, never have I ever been attracted to any man other than Ethan. I instantly g****e 'How do gay people make out?' I see pictures, videos, and GIFs of men kissing, groping, and grinding nakedly. Oh god. I click on one of the links, the site is full of gay p**n with weird titles; Shakespeare in lust. Once upon a time in cock-tale. Tales of the dark hole. Star Trek: The next penetration. I cringe as I read their titles, but I scroll down anyway. Curiosity takes me to the amateur category.