Novel Nona Novels & Stories

My parent's visit Nora “I did not fall, let me be clear to you. I know he’s paying you, I can smell it. But I want to make it clear that I DID NOT FALL. DON’T ever insult my intelligence. Did you understand? He beat me and then locked me in a basement for days. With nothing, no medicine, only water, nothing! And you tell me that he brought me immediately after I fell? And above all, was he worried? I don’t want to see you here, I want another doctor. Did you hear me? After exposing the injustice I suffered, I closed my eyes and sobbed silently. They were all bought. I know it’s useless to say something, no one would do anything to help anyway. He had a lot of power and influence and I had no

She told him then that she came from a line of sorcerers, but she herself was dormant of any sort of gifts. After much thought over the next few weeks, they decided it would be best for them to leave at the rate in which their child was growing. Abram explained to her that they didn’t need any unnecessary attention drawn to them. So they left and headed to the islands.” I was stunned silent as I watched Nona take a sip of her tea. I looked over at Jarren and he was studying her. This was one of those times I wish I knew how to read his thoughts. One of those times I wish I could control it.

Niana has always been laughing at the echo of this reality that Oneil remains to be uninvited by his grandfather to return to the manor. The more that it is clear for her to see that Oneil wouldn’t give up on Essi and Essi does for him, the more that the manor remains distorted to capture Niana’s intentions. She doesn’t care if she has to be the mice when the cat is not around. This has been her motivation after all to return to Bordeaux.

They just saw her this morning at breakfast but the way they act you think they never see her. Nova got out of her car a little nervously. I want her to be comfortable here, so I sent my mom a link, “Nova the redhead is my second chance mate and the blonde is Nash’s. They are human. Please help us make them comfortable.” “Oh sweetheart you got it. I am so happy you found a second chance. You have been blessed by the moon goddess.” At that time my mom walked over to Nova. “Welcome to our home. Ella has been telling us about her favorite teachers.”

It was the sound of Rain. ​Real, cold, rhythmic rain hitting a tin roof. ​Nora opened her eyes. She wasn't wearing velvet. She was wearing a worn-out, oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't in a Hamptons estate. She was in a small, cramped apartment filled with the smell of cheap coffee and old books. ​She sat at a wooden desk. On the desk was a laptop, its screen glowing in the dim light. ​[300,452 WORDS. STATUS: COMPLETE.]

With all my love, Nonna I read Nonna's letter over and over as the tears flow freely down my face. I am oblivious to concerned stares of the passers-by and the screech of the seagulls overhead as I hear her voice playing on repeat inside my head. I don’t know how much time has passed sitting there on the bench, but the day is getting cooler and the rumbling of my stomach tells me I have missed lunch.

"she looks just like you, Karina, when you were a baby!" "Come, come one in, stop standing around," nonno said grumpily. he always was a grumpy old man, but he was always amazingly kind. "Yes, come in and find your rooms. names are on doors, " Nona said as she took Jane into the living room. "Karina, I'm gonna steal my great granddaughter for a bit. Just leave me what I need, and you go rest your aunts, and I got her." Nona was asking, and I wasn't going to protest.

Something is wrong, this isn't you, you’re just sitting there wet and cold all over. I considered yelling her away and couldn't find the courage to do it. Asides from being a loyal servant, Nonna a very good friend and a great confidant and I wasn't about to yell at her because of Zane’s stupid actions. Nona cleared the last set of steps and took a seat by me, hitching my hands in hers. "You know I'm always here to listen," Nonna said in that sympathetic voice she took on when she wanted to extract information, which was so hard to resist.

Whatever deal they'd struck had clearly been one-sided. "There are clothes in the dresser," Nonna said, standing. "Not your usual style, perhaps, but clean. Come down when you're ready." She paused at the door. "And Sarah? Thank you. For my grandson." "Which one?" Sarah asked, only half-joking. Nonna's smile was knowing. "The one who needed saving most." After she left, Sarah showered in the adjoining bathroom, letting hot water sluice away the lingering smoke and sweat. Her reflection in the mirror revealed a collection of bruises and a small cut above her eyebrow she hadn't noticed before. Battle scars from a life she never imagined living.

Anaya’s POV “Mama Non voglio sposarmi” “What?” she looked at me like I was crazy “Please, Mama, I don’t want to get married” “That is not for you to decide. You will get married” “Fine, but please not to him”, I pleaded. “That is also not your choice. Everything is finalised.” “Please, Mum, I do not wish to marry him,” I said, tears pouring out of my eyes, my head bowed.