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Deven was running late, it was all calm and quiet until we heard the noise of a fall, we both ran out of the kitchen to see that Neve have fallen off the stairs. "Oh, no little baby" I say running toward her, picking her up, she was crying, she pushed me off her crying. "Neve settle down, let me see" I say checking her injuries, but she kept pushing me off her. With a sigh, I took her toward the kitchen setting her down on the counter checking if she'd hurt herself during the fall. She had a small cut on her forehead but that's about it, it wasn't that bad but she kept crying, not wanting mine or Lola's attention, Evan had to give us a hand, bandaging her forehand with a hello kitty themed b

My eyes widen at his words and before I could have said him anything, I saw him sniffing while tears started flowing from his eyes. Hlw there..!! Next upadte will be in Neev's POV that I will update tomorrow. Do share your views as it encourages me to write more. And plzz do review IN HIS HELL on GoodNovel with your comments. Those who dont know how to do it...here is the summary. Click on this page and you will see three horizontal dots at the right corner. Click there and then click "about story.." Then you will find your self in the introduction part of this book.

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.

Finally, Nero stood, adjusting his cufflinks in that unhurried, deliberate way that meant only one thing: decision made. “I’ll meet Viktor again,” he said finally. “If he wants a game, I’ll play it. But this time, I’m setting the rules.” Nico nodded. “When?” “Tonight.” “Alright, boss. I’ll have it arranged.” Nero was gathering a few papers from the desk, but Nico’s attention was drawn elsewhere. His eyes landed on the discarded book Nero had tried to hide earlier, and a strange curiosity gripped him. Without thinking, he leaned over and moved the folder that Nero had placed over it, and then froze.

I stutter both embarrassed and slightly hurt by his comment. He looked at me observantly once more before turning around and continuing to walk off. Okay, not asking any more questions about the I*******m Hottie. I had just made up my mind to just shut up and keep my eyes forward when he stopped short and I bumped into him. I immediately jumped back and apologized. But before I could get it out, I saw his neck tattoo glow again. “I know you don’t want to talk to me but is that normal?” I say pointing at the luminous tatt

--- Neva is at the square's northern edge with the notation volume open. She is tracking the frequency in real time — the failed anchor, the two surviving points, Ozzie's keeper frequency at the western wall, my Warden gift fighting the reversal at the excavation. She is writing it all down because this is what Neva does: she writes things down while they are happening so that whoever comes after knows what it looked like from the inside. She is also doing something else. I feel it in the frequency register — a secondary contact, thin and precise, running parallel to the Aldren crisis and the record office contact and the territory network all at once.

Penn snorted. “Shut it pretty boy!” Cedric stomped over to his mother. “Nerius, you remember Penn.” I smiled. “Shrup boit nurevsh marship?” “Nerius!” “What did he say?” “He asked me if you still cry after intercourse.” I chuckled. “Guess I’m never living that down.” “Totally your fault.” “Hello, friends from near and far!” Nova announced. “Now commences the celebration of love and life! Let us be peaceful tonight!”

“Somewhere without headlines or boardrooms or ex-business partners with vendettas.” “I’ll book something remote,” he replied dryly. “Like Mars.” I let out a soft laugh, the tension in my chest loosening just a little. Next week, the world would see the new face of Blackwood Enterprises. There was a knock on the door and Julian stepped in. “Hi brother, Neville.” He greeted, dropping on one of the chairs in front of my desk. “That's my cue to leave, bye Adrian.” Neville said, slapping Julian on the back as he walked out. The false enmity between the two men never ceased to amaze me.

I murmured softly, and after a while, she calmed down enough to give me a small smile. Nevan sauntered in at the same time, clad in a white dress shirt and black pants that weren't tucked in, with white Nike Air Force 1 shoes. He paused when he noticed the ballroom was empty and turned to us with an awkward smile that didn't reach his golden eyes. “Where were you, Nevan?” Blaire inquired, taking a step closer and watching him with narrowed eyes. He scratched his dark brown hair, cropped at the sides. “I just got caught up with something,” he said, waving off the topic before his eyes found a red-faced Nova, and he raised his brow in question.

Nova smiled softly at his outburst, and then she said smoothly, “I am standing right here because I am the actual CEO of the Nexus group. Is that really so hard for you to believe?” Aaron smiled wickedly, his sharp eyes scanning her from head to toe. “You really think I am going to believe that a local fool like you can possess such a great, powerful tech company?” “Why exactly is it so hard to believe, Aaron?” Nova asked with arched brows, her tone completely calm. Aaron exhaled a very rough, angry breath. “Are you completely mad?” he asked Nova bluntly. Nova stared all around herself with a small smirk. “Are you expecting me to be mad?”