Novel & Cerita Nyla Parker

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.

She did change her mind. "Alpha, our Luna is bleeding so bad." Andy cried in pure panic. "No. I can't do this." I whispered as I tried to hold the pain. "Kill me. Now. Andy, Tristan, please!" Cyrene cried. I looked at them and saw the agony in their eyes. We all grew up together so this is killing them as well. I pleaded with my eyes for them not to listen to her but I know it would not matter now. She successfully tackled me to the ground and when she was about to slash me on my chest, she ended up flying across the room. I looked back to find Tristan and Andy panting, trying to catch their breaths.

“ so What the hell happened? Are you okay?” Lydia laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I guess that depends on what you mean by okay.” She told Blake everything, the words pouring out like they’d been building pressure all day. The blood ritual. The twins Ella and Kate who had cornered her with their sugar-coated venom. And finally—Nina. “She’s not like the others,” Lydia murmured, her voice low. “She’s calm. Controlled. But the moment she looked at me, I felt like I was being measured. Judged. She didn’t say a lot, but her silence said enough.”

Anna nods, he sounded experienced, he knew the world but not in the way she did. "Thank you, I'm Anna Lu" Anna stretched out a hand to him He stared at that hand for a moment before taking it "I’m Dylan, Dylan Yang” Dylan raised the girl up, carrying her in his arms he walked towards the dock where her wheel chair was. Despite it being a great weather in the morning, the night wind was cold and with their clothes being wet, the cold became almost unbearable.

I look to the door in confusion, that sounds like a female's voice. How can that be Clair?. My lips parted in utter shock upon seeing the person standing there, her hair flowing passed her shoulders in waves and her big brown eyes toyed with me, she had a familiar smile on her face that made my heart speed up inside it's caged space. "Cam?" I ask in disbelief and relief, she winks at me in response. Wait. Camila's P.O.V "Trust me Parkinston, we're offering you a marvelous deal" Nick mused from his chair at the head of the conference table.

“Goddess help me, I’m still the same pathetic bastard who wanted you when I shouldn’t.” “Pathetic is right,” I hissed. Nyla shrieked then, her fury snapping back to life. She lunged at me, snatching the dagger from the ground, pressing it so hard against my throat I felt the sting of blood bead. “STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT!” she screamed at Xander, her voice unhinged. “She’s not Lyra—she’s dead! She’s mine to break, mine to destroy! Don’t you dare put her above me again!”

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

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.

"Whoever came in knew how to get in. Someone on the inside opened that door. Someone with access." "You have a name." "I do." She pressed her lips together briefly. "I will give it to you. But first there's something else you need to know. Something connected to everything." She looked at the table. "You mentioned you weren't alone in this. That you have people helping you now." "Yes." "Is one of them a young woman? Connected to the Leclairs?" I looked at her carefully. "Why?" "Just answer me please, Kael." "Yes," I said. "Her name is Nyla."