Novel Nona Novels & Stories

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.

She opened her laptop. She did not write about scandals or billionaires. She did not write about the weight of a diamond ring. She wrote about the sound of a turning in a lock. She wrote about the taste of coffee in the morning. She wrote about the peace of knowing that every word on the page was finally hers. She hit save. The cursor was blinking like a heartbeat in the silence of the warehouse. The story of Nora Vale was a bestseller.. The story of Elena Vane was a work in progress.

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

My nose had stopped bleeding, thank the Goddess for alpha healing, but humiliation still clung to my skin like smoke. Back inside my dorm room, I paced the length of the floor, back and forth, boots thumping with each turn. My thoughts zipped frantically through my head. Nova was hiding something. And I would be the one to uncover it. “Alpha,” Rowan entered again, clearing his throat softly, “I gathered some information on Nova. It’s not much yet but—” I sliced my hand through the air. “Get me books and paper right now.” He blinked. “Why…”

Chapter One. Nina's POV Okay. I’m in the body of Lady Marina Edwards, the antagonist of the novel Illuminating Darkness. No need to panic, okay? Nina Facelo don't panic, take a deep breath and relax. You're better than this. So let's get our facts straight. We haven't read the book yet, pero may maliliit na idea na tayo kung ano ang mga scenario at daloy ng kwento. Courtesy to our dearest spoiler friends, Mary and Janna.

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

Everything looked different to her, she felt different and at that moment, she knew something would not be the same again. "Congratulations, Mrs. Noah," someone said as they walked past her. Crystal simply nodded and smiled, then glanced over to her side. A gasp left her lips when she spotted one man that always got her attention. Guilt began to well up inside of her as she took in the tall, muscular blonde haired man who stood, towering in front of his grey haired grandfather. She found herself leaning on her palm as she stared at him, the way he smiled showed off his white teeth, and the way his suit hugged his muscled body made her feel warm in so many places.

Now he uses that memory to track me. "He’s here," I say. My voice is flat as weather. Salvatore’s rhythm breaks. --- The village is made of stones—gray, same color as the sky. Nonna stands in the doorway, not the apron-waving grandmother of my fantasies. She wears black widow’s weeds, cradling a double-barreled shotgun, stock pressed against her hip like she’s thirty. She’s eighty-two, but her spine is rebar. I push open the door before the jeep stops. My legs give out. I hit the ground, vomiting. Not morning sickness—blood taste, rising from my stomach, too much fear swallowed in the car.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

Nora was standing naked , she had just a pant on with nothing . Fuck . She looked so hot , hotter than I could ever have imagined and with her legs crossed , I felt a part of me getting excited . What the fuck was I doing .