Novel Nona Novels & Stories

I turn my attention to the plate of food that the woman called Nonna places in front of me. I let out a breath and pick up my fork, I will not waste food, I remember how I wasn’t fed for days on end at the beginning, until I stopped telling them the truth and just told them the lies they wanted me to believe, like my name is Liza not Elza. I eat and block out everything going on around me until a little boy jumps up into my Momma’s lap, cuddling into her as she fawns over him. I can’t help but be jealous of this little boy, how he shows his affection for my Momma and how she seems to adore him. I listen to the hum of chatter and laughter within this kitchen, then the sound of chairs being

That same day, he had ordered a maid to throw it out. He hadn't noticed the flash of disappointment in Elena's eyes back then. It was just like how he never noticed that, behind every meal she cooked, every floor she cleaned, and every humiliation she endured, there was a living person trying to survive. Lorenzo moved into a small apartment, living among the commoners he had once looked down on. The room was tiny, with only a bed, a table, and a chair. The window faced north, so it never got any sun.

Nash glanced at Nina. "It’s just a few novels. Why hide them? Am I not allowed to see them?" "Naturally, one would read romance novels in private. Even girls feel embarrassed about it. You're overthinking it, Mr. York," explained Yvonne. Luckily, Nina was always cautious. Before buying the books, she had purchased several novels and kept them in her bag instead of leaving them on the table. Nina did not want Nash to know, so she made sure to cover all the bases, not even overlooking such details.

To run from whatever is happening. We move toward the giraffes, and Nova practically melts against the wooden rail, her eyes huge, her entire face lit up like she’s witnessing magic for the first time. “They’re so tall,” she whispers, breathless. “Look, look! She’s chewing.” “That’s how eating works,” Nolan deadpans. “You chew,” she fires back. “But you’re not as cute.” “I am cute.” “No, you’re—” “Okay,” I cut in, biting back a laugh. “No arguing in front of the giraffes. They’re judging.”

ELEVATOR SEX CHAPTER 1 The elevator doors were just starting to close when Nia slipped in, chest rising with every breath. Her heels clicked against the marble as she caught herself with one hand on the mirrored wall. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, brushing sweat off her collarbone. She was late. And of course, the office tower’s elevators were slow as hell. Two men were already inside. Both in sharp suits. One checked his watch. The other didn’t look at her, but she could feel his eyes drag over her legs. Her pencil skirt was shorter than it should’ve been, and the silk blouse clung to her like second skin.

In that exact moment, instead of running her usual cybersecurity algorithms, calculating the germ count on the sheets, or spinning out various doomsday scenarios about being stranded in the middle of the ocean, Nova did nothing but bite her lower lip. Her mind had completely stalled. Technically, she had never had an orgasm in her entire life. She had never let a man inside her. In fact, if one were to look at the raw technical data... Nova had never engaged in this primal dance before. Until today, she had viewed sexuality as a completely redundant, unnecessary expenditure of calories, an irrational activity to be indefinitely postponed, but... now, she was incredibly curious. Did the women

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

My real life had only just begun. (The End)

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

Why were werewolves this vindictive and felt like a cold sharp blade if you even tried to touch their edges? Lilac was fifteen, a pre-teen barely out of middle school but she felt like the child in the girl's presence. Ollie didn't put it past her seeing that there were unreversible situations the girl was subjected to that Ollie couldn't fathom. Ollie had a rough life but not one where she lost her parents at such a young age. Ollie couldn't imagine having your parents ripped away, taken by war, by humans who simply feared them. Ollie curled her fingers on her lap. She did feel the uncanny resemblance in Lilac to Ivailo at a time like this, an oppressive pressure by a beauty. "Humans have n