Novel Netori Novels & Stories

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.

But Nicoli was faster. “I’ve been waiting for you all day!” Nicoli reached up. Nettle lifted his tray protectively. His eyes darted to King Alexander. “Move aside and let Nettle do his job, Nicoli.” “Fine.” Nicoli huffed and stepped aside. He stretched on his tippy toes to see over the tray as Nettle moved. “You’ve correspondence from Duke Yon and Barren Bethlomew.” Nettle lowered the tray. Alexander took both but threw them down with disinterest.

“Why so formal? Come on. Please call me Viktor. From one boss to the other.” Nero tilted his head, an amused expression on his face. “I presume you realised that two seconds ago, after you addressed me formally too?” Viktor grinned sheepishly. “My mistake.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his icy stare unblinking. “The crux of the matter is that you’re losing control, Nero. Your enemies are circling. The whispers in Naples, Madrid, even New York, say the great Nero De Santis has cracks in his empire. In his home. Maybe it’s time you let the Bratva take a little…” His lips curved, cruel. “…ownership. Take some of the burden off your hands.”

she really wants it… it's been a long time, and maybe this is the most fitting moment, considering that Burdak will soon come, and Riri will again be the love slave of that cold jerk. “You're crazy… Nero…” Riri mumbled glaring. Their positions are locked. Nero pushed Riri to the end with both hands above their heads..while Nero squeezed Riri's body with his own body..making their heads very close. Even from this close, Nero could smell Riri's breath… like the smell of cinnamon… very exotic.

I'm telling you, they are demons. "No. I own this place." I placed emphasis on 'I'. Rolling my eyes at him, I made my way into the kitchen and then opened the refrigerator as I poured myself a cup of chilled water and then downed it in one goal. I opened the refrigerator to return the jug of water only to notice the last jar of Nutella I had left was missing. "Did you take my nutella?" "No." He drawled. Liar. "I just moved in here! I need to enjoy my peace Gabriel!"

She exclaimed and chuckles filled the air. What a nerd! Her mate commented within him as he blushed at her cuteness. Aurora went on to serve their foods and they commended her for being a good cook as they tasted from it. She kept blushing, taking her Luna seats to join them to eat. As they dined, they discussed with Sage taking the lead. “Fennick, have you heard of assassins targeting the Autumn Pack?" He asked, still wanting to find out whatever those assassins were up to and who they were actually.

She grinned at me and addressed Vinci. “Hi, I'm Nora. Do you want coffee and sandwiches?” Vinci raised an eyebrow, smiling seductively at her. “Of course, beautiful. It's a pleasure to meet you. And believe me when a said it's a pleasure, Nora. I'm Vinci. I'd kiss your hand if it wasn't because you're holding a tray. Maybe later you and I pro… ” I didn't let him finish, because I discreetly kicked his shin, making sure it hurt. Vinci swallowed the pain and straightened his back. He cleared his throat and said, “I'll have a cup of coffee and a sandwich, thank you.” She smiled at him and turned around, to continue with her task.

Asher said closing in on his prey, his gait threatening. "Wai... wait! I can help you! just... let me live," Neil said in a hurry his back to the wall. "You want Hargreaves right? I can help you with that." "I don't see how you can, but I'll entertain you." Neil breathes a sigh of relief, he would have to expend some very precious cards. But he guessed they didn't matter if he could stay alive, "I have dirt on some people on the Hargreaves board, shareholders too. Bunch of corrupt files, it would come in handy for you, they are really juicy, I promise."

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.