Nyssa Pjo Novels & Stories

*** Everyone soon arrived back at Battle Warrior Tower. Mya headed off to deal with the woman they arrested, while Adrian left the tower and prepared to head home. Right after he got out, a woman who seemed extremely nervous was waiting for him. It was Nyssa. Nyssa’s full name was Nyssa Jade. Being twenty-two, she was the youngest among the women under Ivy, albeit the nimblest. She had joined Bloody Rose when she was sixteen. That night was probably the most extraordinary night she had gone through in her entire life. After all, a man had shown her that her life meant something to him, even saving her when she thought death was right at her doorstep.

Zoe stayed back with Nyssa and tried to calm her best friend down but Nyssa had gone into hysterics as she felt déjà vu ensue, just like what had happened with her mate when Zompano had attacked his clan. “Nyssa !! Try to think calmly and think of a spell to revive him,” Zoe worriedly said as she felt her own nervous system break down due to the shock. “I - am - not - God,” Nyssa cried while scooping her dead son near her chest and cradling him as close to her as possible, while her tears dripped down incessantly making Zoe feel weak and helpless for the first time in her life as she too dropped near her son in law’s body and cried on his chest.

Jason’s POV Myra sat down the book and opened it randomly; a few cops snorting, but others looking on reverently. “This is the year fourteen eighty eight of our Goddess Nix in the month of June. I am taking up the mantle of Knight to King Jasper Highmoon the First in service to the Great Pack. I, Nathaniel Hobbson, Son of Bartholomew Hobbson, will serve the Great Pack to the fullest of my self and the greater good of all Great Pack Kind and shall hereby record my finding, thoughts, and feelings, for future generations so they might learn and grow.”

JoJo's POV Four years later... “You're really okay with this?” Aunt Sherry gives me another once over. “Of course, Mom,” I squeeze her stiff shoulders, “I'm social media influencer Jojo Dukes of the KMJ Gone Girls', not psycho stalker Dian Fibarthorn.” “You know we'll call this off the moment you say the word.” Uncle Will chirps from the back of the car. I look back at the Manhattan Mansion and I don't feel any itch.

Nyra is way too fake to hit that level. 'Why are you trolls always looking down on our sweet Jojo? He specifically took palace cooking lessons before joining the trials!' 'Yeah! Nyra is amazing. Meanwhile, his big brother Darius is still literally stuck inside the bathroom stall groaning.' The elite family fans quickly fall completely silent on the chat boards.

Nobody thinks to check the pipes until water’s pooling at their feet. Nyxara stood in her command room, bare feet pressed against cool tile, her hair twisted up and out of her way, sleeves rolled to her elbows. The city’s neon flickered in the background, but she didn’t see it. Her world was distilled into twelve monitors casting a blue glow, each one a window into the veins of global commerce and crime. None yet showed the vault. That was by design. Patience was a knife she’d learned to hold carefully. “Phase one,” she breathed, and the gears began to turn.

I smirked at my sons pink tinted cheeks. "Her name's Poppy." He sighed in a dreamy tone. I stared wide eyed at him and let out a giggle. He already had his heart snatched by a girl... and he was only five. "Her name's not Poppy, Joey." Zoey laughed pulling off her sweater. "Her name is Natalia. Her favorite flower is a poppy." Zoey said stressing on 'Natalia'. Joey rolled his eyes and pulled his shoes off. "I call her poppy." He called out as he went into the kitchen to help Quin.

My chest was a furnace, my cock ached against the restraint of cloth, and I could not file myself flat against the dark no matter how I tried. The hatch yelped open, vulgar as a wound. Nyssa came out of the attic like a blade ripped from its sheath—hair damp, eyes burning bright as if daring me to cut myself on them. She brought the rain with her, sharp on the air, skin hot beneath it. “No,” she said, voice trembling under the strain but steady enough to draw blood. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” “Unwise,” I rasped, because language deserted me when faced with her fury.

Vivienne’s POV His hand froze. We both turned. At the door, Nyssa stood with a pistol raised. Her arms shook, her voice trembled, but her aim never wavered. “Now get off her and step away.” The man lifted his hands in mock surrender, lips curling into a lazy smile. “Relax. It’s business. I already paid a hundred.” “Business?” Nyssa’s voice cracked with fury. “Since when did rape become business? Can’t you see she’s being forced?”

“There is no heart, Papa. It burned to ash that night in the fire.” She didn't wait for a response. “Get ready. We’re all going to stay with the Alpha of Moonrage pack in his royal packhouse.” Her lips curved into a sharp, cold smile. “Let the game begin.” * In a dark cave, Nyssa found herself walking alone. Looking down at herself, she was wearing a blue ball gown, but her legs were bare. Her eyes strained in the shadows, drawn towards hushed voices ahead. She could hear whispers, two people or more? She didn't know.