Novel Netori Novels & Stories

You’d notice that Nefret’s middle name is June, kept after her grandmother. That’s it! Thanks for reading 😊 .... Books to read after THE LONELY GOD:- 1. MADE FOR HIM (spin-off of Haestus and Lyco) It was the height of witch-hunting. Kiara and Orabelle were two witches running for their lives, but one day when Orabelle is taken away by the wolves, Kiara doesn’t have any choice but to break into Zaeris (the land of wolves) to rescue her friend. But she is bewildered to find Orabelle mated with one of the powerful wolves there.

Author's pov " Hey, Orni. You don't have to be afraid. He isn't here anymore," Niyati assured Orni who was hiding in the washroom with her children. Orni didn't answer. She just kept hiding like a scared bunny holding her children. After gaining her senses back she was just scared and nervous about everything. The fear VR has installed inside are is still there. Niyati again insisted," Orni, please come out. See, Neela is here to meet you. She wants to play with Roman and Roman. How about we go shopping? It will be fun."

“Are you here to join me?” For some reason, Elara has decided to start smiling at me, and I wish she didn’t because it has been the most disarming thing that I have ever have to face in my life. “What do you take me for?” I frown, throwing my hands into my pockets. I, Nero Moretti, the man people fear more than death. She really thinks I’ll engage in this menial activity with her. So disrespectful. She scoffs. “But you are just standing there and all.”

With that, Nike waved them goodbye and went out again probably on his way looking for Selene's room. Niccoli did not give Audrey time to be guilt-ridden. After Nike took his leave he also took his, while dragging his new friend Su Yan. Surprisingly, Nero just stay behind and decided not to tag along for the first time. The young prince was overzealous and friendly. This attitude eventually makes Audrey lower her guard as she let Niccoli drags her back at Brujeria, the commercial center of Iridos.

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~~Romeo Amoretti~~ “That video… is crazy. Oh my fucking god, Niccolo, you’re a pervert!” Nero shouted, clutching the phone like a lifeline. His face was practically pressed against it. I don’t know how he can see anything from that close up. It’s actually insane.

Chapter 40: The Master Copy The afternoon light cast shadows across the studio illuminating the sleek lines of the mahogany desk and the quiet server indicators on the wall monitor. The Nora Vale network was stable. Across GoodNovel and NovelSnack millions of readers were moving through the parts of The Architecture of Trust. The stressful days of drafting chapters were a memory; the digital infrastructure was now self-sustaining.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Veronica sat nervously on the bed while Joy stood near the window, unusually quiet. Rain had begun falling outside again. Soft at first. Then heavier. “This person knows too much,” Veronica whispered. Christiana stopped pacing. “No,” she corrected quietly. A pause. “They know exactly enough.” Joy turned toward her. “You think it’s someone inside?” Christiana nodded slowly. “It has to be.” Veronica looked confused. “But why would someone do this?” Christiana’s eyes darkened slightly. “Power.” Silence. “Whoever this is…” she continued softly, “they don’t just want to expose us.”