Novel Nona Novels & Stories

No chaos. Just order. “This is prison,” Christiana muttered under her breath. Her mother stepped out of the car. “This is your last chance.” Inside, the convent smelled faintly of polished wood and incense. Footsteps echoed along the high-ceilinged corridor as a nun guided them toward an office at the end of the hall. The door opened. Behind a large wooden desk sat a woman dressed in a traditional black-and-white habit. Her posture was straight, her expression unreadable, her presence commanding without effort.

Not to mention sometimes she has a whole day of work when it gets busy. "Good morning, miss Lyka," Sasha greeted her boss with a smile. "Good morning, Sasha," miss Lyka greeted back. "I will go out for the rest of the morning. Also, Nicole called in and she can't make it today." "So, I'll be all alone today?" "Nope! I can't let you do all the work!" Miss Lyka yelled shaking her head. "I asked my nephew to be with you today." "Oh! That's nice..." she muttered. Nephew, so it's a guy? She never like guys. They aren't trustworthy and they mess things up, she thought.

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

Naomi The place they had brought me to was truly peculiar. As I stepped outside, my senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant sight of emerald green grass swaying gently in the breeze, the symphony of chirping birds, and the soothing sound of flowing water. It was a picturesque scene that could easily grace the pages of a fairytale. However, as I ventured inside, a stark contrast awaited me. The furniture, with its intricate carvings and exquisite designs, seemed more fitting for a museum than a home. Yet, amidst the grandeur of each room, an eerie absence of warmth and vitality lingered in the air. It felt as if every breath I took subtly drained my energy, leaving me with a sense of unease.

Manager bowed to him and left the cabin in a silent way such that only his shoes' voice was hearable and which was also very low. While in the meantime , Nella was in the library sitting and reading a book with writing out reviews for it. Nella's POV Isn't it a bit weird to just be at someone's house at 9 pm which is late night. And after that I have to come back also. How is it even possible! At Least that bastard Noah should have sent his cars although he is rich but he is a big miser too at the same time for me. Anyways, I am happy my book reading is at least done. Now I will just patch up some other book and read it while on the way.

"My grandson tells me you a‌re smart. T‌hat you‌ found t‌h‌e rat in the basement." "I found t⁠he fil‍e⁠s," I co‌rrected r​espectful⁠l​y. "Lorenzo⁠ connected th⁠e‌ dots." "Don't be modest," Nonn⁠a sn​appe‍d. "Modesty is for nun⁠s. Are you‍ a nun​?" "No," I said, mee​ting her​ gaz‌e. "G‌ood. Nu​ns don't sur‌vive h‍ere." Sh‍e poured herse​lf a‍ glass of wine. "Do y‌ou know how to shoot?"

I turned to face the window, hiding the faint smile that tugged at my lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. He didn’t answer, but his hand tightened slightly on the wheel — just enough for me to know that he’d heard me. ***The morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of the Lawson estate, scattering fragments of gold across the marble floor. I stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection of the woman who gazed back at me — the woman I was becoming. Nova. But not the same Nova who used to cower behind her grandmother’s fence, afraid of whispers, afraid of eyes that mocked and judged. Not the girl who cried herself to sleep because her father chose another family over her.

Lionidis left he room to go check on the transportation of the captives in the vans and make sure all the staff were out of the saferoom and accounted for. *** Once Nova had her cup of tea and we were squished into the two-seater sofa, side by side, she was getting sidetracked and rather than discussing the books she was nuzzling into my neck and whispering suggestive comments. “Did the encounter with the books make you horny or something?” I whispered “I don’t know.” She said with a slow, dirty smile. Spreading over her luscious lips. “I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline or something but it’s like there is this extra energy under my skin and I want to expend it in a very specific way”

he said. Blake had already moved on to eating toast. Nova stood in the kitchen doorway and looked at the ceiling and felt something warm move through her chest before she could redirect it. She left it there. Just this once. --- *Harlan Voss was three miles south.* *The council meeting was in forty-eight hours.* *And Nova Ellis — invisible omega, scholarship girl, nobody — was about to walk into the most powerful room in the Pacific coast packs and make every person in it remember her name.*