Nola Gaye Novels & Stories

replied Tristan. After that, he added, “Nollace is coming with me too.” Nolan frowned but did not say anything. Tristan told him something, and Nolan narrowed his eyes. “A hacker?” Tristan chuckled. “Maybe it's a prank. The ID address shows that they're in Octavia of Zlokova. Although I don't know why they're doing this to us, I'd like to ask you to check it out for me.” Nolan fell silent. ‘A prank on the Knowles, huh?’

He had the wildest eyes, but the children were too young and innocent to tell he was high on something. “Really?” Nola’s smile widened. “Yes, really. Just let me go grab my wallet,” Gary smirked. Nola quickly grabbed her notebook from her bag. “Before you go, can you please answer a few questions for me?” “Sure thing, sweetheart,” the man grinned, but his weird smile didn't sit well with Nate, he held on tight to his sister's free hand. “Go ahead, I'm ready.” “Are you married?” Nola asked, and the man looked confused, wondering why she asked him that.

Nola Reynolds I’d been lying in bed with my eyes closed, minding my damn business when I heard the rattle of the gold door knob before it flew open. ”You sick, psycho bitch!” The blonde girl with cerulean blue eyes cursed, her raven black dress flowing out beside her captivating me for a moment before I felt the flat of her palm connect with my cheeks. I'd turned them to her like an idiot. Now, I always told my first-timers two very important things that took Nola Reynolds from a baleful countryside girl to a fucking demon faster than you could spell N-a-r-n-i-a.

NOLAN Nolan’s eyes darted around the ballroom. There were so many important people here. And press reporters with cameras. Gina was baiting Yena. She had been telling the princess lies to rile her up. Trying to get Yena angry in public, to embarrass her. Nolan put his hand to Yena’s cheek. She did not flinch but gave him a sharp look that made him pull away. “Just take it from her,” Yena said. “She won’t leave you alone until you do.”

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

That would be too absurd, even for my life. “Fine,” Nola said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “For the record, while you were off vanishing into the night, I got the drummer’s number.” “Good for you,” I muttered, lowering myself carefully onto a stool. Every movement made me regret existing. She grinned. “So, still obsessed with Mr. Corporate Perfection?” “His name is Kaelon.” “Right, Kaelon. The man who would not notice you even if you wrote your name across his coffee cup.”

“I was born to be Luna. Me. Not some weak little girl who stumbled into fate’s lap. I’ve trained. I’ve bled. I’ve waited.” She leaned in, nose inches from the glass, voice now calm. “I’ll wear that crown. One way or the other.” A slow, knowing smile curved her lips. “Let the pack watch. Let them doubt me.” She turned away from the mirror. “They’ll call me Luna,” she said as she unlocked the door and stepped into the hall. “Even if I have to burn this pack to the ground to make it happen.” ***** “So,” Noah said, setting his mug down with a clink, “favorite movie.”

I looked at Nigel with a raised eyebrow. "They are planning to do a welcome party for a new student." He clarified. That statement alone made my eyes widen in realization. "Seriously?! That awful. Christian won't let them do it, will he?" I asked. "Makaila, sometimes he doesn't have a say. I wonder if he is really a captain." Nigel sighed. I saw Tyler drag a girl out. Looking at her clearly she was what you will describe as cute. She was of an average height, petite with curves in the very right places. She was blond with plump pink lips. She looked really scared.

Lara slammed the phone. My vision blurred. Suddenly, a little hand reached out, holding a tissue. "Please don't cry." I looked up. It was Nola, the little girl from the next bed. "Thank you, Nola," I said and smiled. "When you smile, you look like a glowing fairy!" "Too bad... my Daddy already has Mommy. But my uncle is single! He is super handsome!" "Nola, I already have a mate." "Really? Then where is your mate?" Nola asked innocently.

“Nola, this is not right. Hurry and apologize to the old master.” “What am I apologizing for? Is everything my fault now?” Nola looked like a kitten with all its fur standing up, glaring at everyone in grievance. Julie said, “You still think you are right after being corrected?” “Enough.” Calder barked out a reprimand, then looked at the girl with a slight frown. “Nola, are you saying your game nickname is Lick My Heel?” “That is right.” Nola’s large eyes shone as she blinked innocently.