Nyla Parker Novels & Stories

"Damn girl." She laughed, the sound low and raspy. "I'm Nik Pelaez. IT guru of the bossman." She jerked her thumb towards the group of dudes who'd taken over my living room. She reached out, shook my hand. "And if you hurt Ryker, I'll slice you into little pieces and no one will ever find your body." "As long as you realize he's mine and I don't share. You're not playing with Baker Barbie here, toots. I got connections." I raised my brows in challenge.

"All of you! Every one of you is making fun of me, aren't you? Yes! That's right! I am Lily Parker! Thanks to you, the group of demons, the part in me that could showcase my femininity had been long gone! It had long been taken out of me by that devil, Holden, so my hormones have been imbalanced for a very long time! That's right! I am aging very rapidly. I, Lily Parker, am the descendant of an eminent family in Kidon City who had been practicing medicine for generations. However, I was set up by a bunch of shady things like you guys. I won't have it! I just won't have it!" Yvonne was the most naive, so she blurted out asking, "How are you still alive?" After asking that, Yvonne looked at Ja

Each of us waited for the one who would break the silence. “I can’t believe you’re here,” one boy says suddenly. I remember him as Parker, that shaggy blond hair he’s tied back impossible to forget. As was the arrogance he projected when giving his name to Niko. Everyone saw it. I’m not surprised he opened his mouth first. He’s targeting Baylee Torres, a very petite, pretty girl with honey blonde hair, similar to Parker’s. “Shut up.” “I thought your daddy bought you into a good school. Or did they realise you’re not intelligent enough for them?” Parker questions, an infuriating smile we all want to slap off upon it.

Alpha Jones nodded, "Did you or did you not work with the human, James Coleman, to hurt or kill Lana? Nyla laughed, ignoring the chains around her as she threw her head back and released a noise of pure enjoyment. "I did not," She gasped out before collecting herself, leaving the unsettling smile stretched across her lips. "After little Lana, willingly got into my car here, and then willingly got out of my car when we reached the parking lot, I left her there. My hope was that her husband would take her home. I was going to tell Oliver that she decided it was all too much and that she wanted to start over. That she had left him and her daughter. It wasn't until I was driving away that I saw

I was deep in thought when Dargok entered, "ohhh so fast, thought it would take you a whole lot of time. Anyways I know you're smarter than this, so what did you find out", I asked him. "Janelle Parker, the daughter of Mr and Mrs Mark Parker, she's the first and only daughter of the couple. She has a younger brother whose name is Diaz Parker, a highschool student actually. She just clocked twenty years last month, which was August, she's actually a college student. Her family lives in Kingston the capital of Jamaica, her father is a retired airforce officer.

“In front of your company, your people! And Damon just stood there, defending her like she was royalty. Like she was more than what she is, a filthy Omega who was supposed to die alone in some ditch! And yet he gave her his shares. He gave her everything that he fought to build. He has been sharing things with her. The two of them spent the entire day together in their office. I'm forced to just sit back and watch them. She stares back at me. She speaks to me. She refers to me as Lysandra rather than Luna. And I'm supposed to stand back and listen? Who does she think she is?” I sat quietly in my chair, sipping from my glass of scotch. My fingers tapped against the armrest as I watched her un

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

Nyla asked with irritated voice. "Why? There's nothing wrong at park, it's kinda romantic," I said to her. "That site is for people wanting for sex," she explained. "Lower your voice!" I ordered to her. "Wait. Why are you in that site in the first place?" Nyla interrogated me with a serious voice. She already said the answer before I reacted, "Maxine told you, aren't she?" I just nodded and give her a silly smile. "That Maria girl," she joked. "Good luck then," she said.

She was the culmination of every failed experiment, every act of defiance that had come before. “Here’s my offer,” she said, her voice low but unyielding. “Stop hunting me. Release every variable you’re holding—Brielle included. Destroy every file you have on my bloodline. And walk away. For good.” The woman’s eyes narrowed, assessing, weighing risk against reward. “And if we don’t?” Nyxara straightened, the wolf inside her rising, white, massive, unstoppable—a force of nature given shape by fury and pain. “I dismantle your entire system,” she replied, her tone calm as the grave. “I expose you. I burn your assets. I turn every ‘curated outcome’ into chaos and blood. And I do not stop. Not un

“I am not a hooker.” “Oh, come on be serious, what do you do?” “I'm a journalist, I write for one of New York's top sports magazines.” “Okay, so what’s your full name and birthdate?” “My full name is Nyla Angela Garcia and my birthday is May fifth. What’s yours?” “Kyle Alexander Hernandez and December sixth. So, what's your story?” I asked inquisitively. “What do you mean?” “Well, last night at the club you told me you were single; did you just come out of a relationship?”