Novel & Cerita Nyla Parker

There were more tents than I could count, each one crowded with so many young wolves each hoping for a chance to meet their mate. I looked up when I noticed several girls come over to sit in the chairs around me. They were all beautiful, much more beautiful than myself. They all looked like models straight out of a magazine, with the newest most fashionable dresses. Their hair and makeup looked to have been done by professionals. I felt so out of place. I stood to leave and get out of their way when one of the girls spoke up. ‘You are Fallon Thomas, right?” She asked. “Y-yes, how do you know my name?” I stammered nervously.

Since now wasn't a good time for Nyla to talk, she replied softly, "Okay." After ending the call, she quickly received a text message. … At 8:00 p.m., Nyla walked into a bar named Just One and asked the server to take her to Room 7, which had been reserved. Her contact was already waiting and smiled when he saw her. "Ms. Jayston, this is our first meeting. My name is Pete Monaghan. Please, have a seat." Pete was the private investigator Nyla had hired, renowned in the industry for his ability to uncover anything once he set his mind to it. Previously a paparazzo, he had exposed several major scandals in the entertainment industry over the past year.

I answered. Faryah was the only person that could help me fix my life. She was the only person that could make me be a better person. No one else. I was sure of that. —————————Jalan Pantai Dalam, Sanctuary Park Pantai, Kuala Lumpur, 12:25pm.

My son RYKER will become the Alpha of this pack. A soft knock on the door scared me, making me drop the book on the ground; quickly picking the book up and placing it back on the bench seat, I went over to the door and opened it. A smiling Eve greeted me. "good morning, Luna. Alpha sent me to see if you were ready yet." "tell him I'll be down in a minute." Eve nodded. I quickly got dressed in a baby blue sundress with thin straps and slipped on a pair of sandals before heading downstairs to meet Brax.

I don't know much about the girl, but I know her family has enough money to buy off the crooked New York cops. "Skyla Parker", I repeat the name. She walks towards me. Yolanda adjusts the cleavage, but I don't take my eyes off her. "I'm waiting for the transfer," she said. I nod my head in agreement. I don't have many qualities, but one of them is keeping my word – And coming back more often. It's nice to see a rich, handsome man around here.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”

A psycho. A glint of madness danced in her eyes as she waited, daring one of us to speak up, to challenge her twisted authority. None of us did. We knew better by now. Any resistance, any objection, would only bring more pain, more suffering at her hands. So we stand in fearful silence, our minds reeling at the horrors that surely awaited us, the cruel games of life and death she had devised as twisted entertainment. Yet amidst our hopeless case scenario, just then, Killian whispered something that made my mind spinning again, "Ruby, listen. I still have the key to the car. We just have to kill this old hag and we can leave the arena through the secret passage you had known..."

She had short, dark braids and wore a leather vest with the pack’s symbol on it. Her eyes were sharp, curious. She had a grin on her face, but her eyes were narrowed. “Who are you?” Mira asked, quickly standing up. “I’m Nyla,” she said. “James is my uncle. I just arrived this morning from the West Branch of the pack. And you just said you are Alpha Silas’s niece?” Mira’s face turned pale. “No,” I said quickly. “You must’ve heard wrong.” Nyla tilted her head. “Did I?” She crossed her arms, looking from me to Mira.