Nyotalia Canada Novels & Stories

"So, thanks for that down there, I don't like my wife knowing about this shit." "No problem, I understand." "Right, the shit our daughters have been up to. In a nutshell, the men in this room have been trying to track down a human trafficking ring. Your daughter, Lily is it, and mine, along with another little girl named Nia have somehow got ahold of that info and worked it behind the scenes." "I don't follow, how did they get their hands on the info?" "Nia, is a computer scientist, apparently she knows her way around computers and spyware."

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

Its warning was sharp, wordless: Be wary. She didn’t reach for the drive. “Talk.” Elias lounged against the counter, his confidence undiminished by her chill. “The consortium’s accelerating. Faster than projections. They’ve reclassified all major assets, burned two sleeper cells from the inside out. And—” He watched her for the reaction. “They just shut down one of your offshore accounts. The Cayman nest.” Nyxara’s fingers paused above her keyboard. “That account was untouchable,” she said, measured but deadly calm.

The Port Authority Bus Terminal. New York City. It was loud. It smelled of exhaust fumes and stale coffee. Nova Sterling (13) stood in the middle of the crowded terminal, clutching her backpack straps. She wore a hoodie pulled low over her face and sunglasses, trying to hide. She tracked the faint energy trail of her grandfather, Liam. The trail ended here. He must have taken a bus North. "Ticket to Canada, please," Nova walked up to the counter. The tired ticket agent chewed gum. "Which city?"

Giving her one last look I promise her justice and leave the room. I mindlink my father. “Good timing” he tells me “All three of them have been captured and taken to the basement cells. I was about to call for you.” "All three of them?" i ask "What about Nita?" "She didn't seem to know anything" said the Alpha "it seems she's been living with the warriors family for sometiem so we are leaving her there and out of all this for now." I feel relived for Nova's sake that Nita is not part of this. She loved that girl so much.

“Then I suggest you show that. While differences do exist, you are not given permission to hide under the shadows. Use. You need to show everyone there. This union is not a mistake. Elders do not make mistakes.” Before I could respond, the door opened again, without a knock this time. She walked in like she’d walked into a battlefield. Natalia. She looked beautiful, as always, too regal for this world, her shoulders back, eyes forward, spine straight despite the invisible wounds I knew were beneath it all. But the moment her gaze met mine, I saw it — the flicker of confusion, then caution, then understanding. “Nolan, I was told that you were in the office. You'd be late for dinner if I didn'

How could Nick do this to me? “No, I’ll teach him a lesson he’ll never forget!” I watched him shamelessly grinding against Sylvie, our batch mate, as they busied themselves eating each other’s faces on the dance floor. Loud music blasted through the speakers and the entire place was filled with inebriated youngsters having the time of their lives! This was Purple Beats, the most happening club in downtown Yellowknife, the capital city of the Northern Territories, Canada.

“Prepare three teams. I’ll lead the strike on Toronto. Adrian—you take Osaka. Cassandra, coordinate with military intel about Antarctica. I want a full satellite shutdown over that quadrant.” Riley glanced at Natalie. “If this works, we’ll know what kind of intelligence we’re facing.” Natalie looked at the map, her eyes drawn to the glowing core of the Orbis network. “No,” she said. “We’ll know what kind of war it wants.” Strike Team – Toronto Facility The air in Toronto was brittle, the kind of cold that bit skin through Kevlar. Natalie crouched near the facility’s side entrance, her team of five agents positioned like shadows along the building’s perimeter.

Our aiyanos needed to develop into strong individuals who could stand upon their own decisions when they got older or else she might turn them all into nudist warriors. “When do we leave, and where is the first location?” I asked Nailah. She pulled out a notebook that apparently had the notes in it. “The first location is actually in Victoria, British Columbia. Akila will stick to a nocturnal schedule because it is easier to remain hidden. So, we can move out in the morning. That way, we can set up base. Then we can head out from the base in the evening. Does that work?” Dante kissed my temple and nodded his head. At least we would get one more night with our aiyanos.

I returned home and freshened up so I could get ready for work, I don’t have any operation scheduled for today so my plans for today are to sign up the deal at the company, visit Layla’s father's grave to see if I will encounter her again then look for the perfect gift for Nurse Ella daughter then back home to rest, I smiled knowing how I successfully planned my day. I arrived at the company and we all were at the conference room excited and waiting for the representative of Walter International Real Estate when I got a call from Wilson, “Excuse me.” I said to them standing up and taking a walk to pick up his call,” Nate, you won’t believe this, I know where Layla is.” “You are joking right?