Nona Gaprindashvili Novels & Stories

Damian might not be with someone now, but he's better. The day I decided to die was Caden and Lia's birthday, I wore a purple gown and I felt pretty, Danielle was so happy, I should have known it won't last. Nina's word are forever stuck in my head -- you want too much, you want to have it all, you are not flexible. you want the fairytale love, you want to have it all, you might have none -- She told me she was freing herselffrom al the bullshit I embody, She told me everyone was going to leave me eventually. I rememeber that day vividly, my eyes cloud from the memory, that was the beginning of the end, the day I broke.

“Yes. The Moon Goddess had this planned all along. And, trust me, Tobias, I wouldn’t want anyone else.” They shared a quiet moment, gazing at each other before Tobias finally relaxed, letting himself fall into Daniel’s embrace as a quiet peace settled over them. Meanwhile, across the event grounds, Greogry stood with his young kids, he carried his two sons in his hands while the only female Delilah on his back. He spoke with other alphas nearby, his deep voice carrying easily over the crowd. Just then, Alpha Jerome approached, his expression serious as he inclined his head to Greogry.

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

But the woman beside him deftly stepped between them before he could speak. "Enough," she said flatly, her voice like steel cord wrapped in velvet. "This game of yours ends here and now, Kuznetsov." Grigory's gaze flickered almost lazily up at her, dark amusement etching lines around the corners of his mouth and eyes. "Taken up with outlanders and street rats now, are we son? How the mighty have fallen..." The woman arched one perfect brow, unimpressed. "How unfortunate that your vision only extends as far as your own twisted ego allows. I am Nadia Romanova...and I have come to restore order in the wake of your depravity."

All eyes were focused on me and I started to feel a bit self-conscious but I ignored the feeling. "Thank you, everyone," I verbalized in appreciation as I climbed the stage, trying to look and sound as if this was just something normal for me. "Okay. I am Giordana Quinton, who happens to be Ella's best friend. In fact, Ella is more than just a best friend to me. She's the sister I never had, one big blessing I'm forever thankful for. Ella, I love you so much and I'm so happy that God gave you a man like Drew.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

“Even though I could’ve. My army is strong enough now. But I didn’t attack.” “Why?” Alexandro asked. “Because I want peace,” Valerian said simply. “And… because my wife would kill me if I started another war.” Alexandro allowed himself a faint smile. “Your wife… she’s a siren, isn’t she?” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?” “I suspected it,” Alexandro said. “The lake… Serena saw something. Someone. That was her, wasn’t it?” Valerian nodded. “Nivera. She’s… complicated. But she’s mine. And yes, I know your wife saw her. I allowed it.”

Made simpler, she does not want to fall deeply in love. However, that dream never through. When she met him, he tore the corroded walls apart effortlessly and erected a four lettered tower on her world. The foundation was hinged on an unknown silent strength. It was so easy for him to plant a seed in her; a seed of love, but he never cared to nurture it neither was he there when it grew. How hurtful it is. Grace Anslem was the first child out of two. A graduate of psychology from Lagos State University. She is based in Abuja

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.