Nuella Meaning Novels & Stories

"Okay. Did I use a new word that you didn't like? Was it Honey, or Sugar? Is it that you don't like being called after some foods?" I shook my head, trying to stop myself from laughing. "It's not that Raymond." "Then was it?" He asked his smirk still in place. I took in a deep breath before muttering, "You called me, Nuelle." I watched as the smile on Raymond's face vanished slowly. Something wasn't right. "Who the heck is Nuella?" He asked, giving me a confused look. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Wait a minute, don't tell me you think I'm cheating on you with this Nuelle girl—"

For the first time, his punches slowed, as if her words wormed their way beneath his defenses. Nuela saw it. She pressed on. “Do you think she understands you the way I do? Do you think she can handle the monster in you? She’s fragile, innocent, naive. But me… I’ve seen you at your worst, Nicklaus, and I still craved you.” "If you don’t have anything important to say, Nuela, then leave. Now.” Nicklaus muttered, not bothering to look her in the face. Instead of leaving, she tilted her head, her eyes glowing with a mixture of mischief and scheme. Slowly, her fingers found the knot of her robe.

Of course she knew what to do; a little pat on the shoulder wouldn't be bad, but she just didn't feel the need to do it as they both had made it obvious they didn't quite like each other. Nuella lifted her head, her eyes gloomy as she added, "My mother was all I had in this world." She turned her gaze on me, "When she died, everything changed. I felt all alone. It took a while for me to get myself together and carry on with her legacy of helping people far and wide, which is why I am here today." I offered a half-smile and said with sincerity, "I am indeed grateful, Nuella. Thank you for coming, I am sure your mum will be so proud."