Nyssa Barrera Novels & Stories

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

I can just imagine the intense back and forth that is about to go down. ‘I bet this time she will criticize my taste buds’ I murmur bitterly. Nyssa pops back into the room with a tray filled with four glasses of what seems to be orange juice. My brows lower into an unimpressed frown as I try to make out what her plan is. There’s absolutely no way Nyssa will get me a drink unless maybe it’s drugged or unless she wants something else from me. She hands a glass over to Irene and Thalia before turning towards me. I don’t have to imagine what her intentions might be as she trips on an imaginary obstacle and pours the cold glass of juice all over me.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

The next week was a very busy one, Monalisa was stuck attending one business meeting or the other, Priyanka was her new personal assistant, while Rita got promoted to the post of a secretary. Barry and his basketball team members were undergoing intensive training for their tournament, which happened in a week's time. The team they were up against are popularly called THE WOLVES. The reigning basketball players of New York City, and have been undefeated for years. Stacia had an audition for the face of Miss New York and she had been working a lot to get the contract.

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

“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?”

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

She said smiling. "I don't know what to say." "Why did you take a knife with you." Am not going to act foolishly and start trusting anyone again. "In case any drunk perverted man tries anything funny with me."I said laughing. "Isn't it inconvenient."she asked. "Sometimes." "I just use a pepper spray ."She said showing me The can. "I might forget how to spray but with the knife its easier." "That's true." "By the way what's your name,Am Christian."She said.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.