Nyssa Pjo Novels & Stories

“There is no better opportunity for Nyssa to prove that she is one of us, boss. If she is truly against Roman Adams, then she has to prove it. After we get the evidence we need, she is going to be the one to give it to chief Brendan Smith.” The flare in Leonardo's eyes was something deeper than dislike. It was at that moment that I understood that my right hand man hated Nyssa with the same degree of hatred with which he hated Roman Adams. Leonardo never hid his emotions. “Nyssa, do you have an objection to this?” I stared at her, wanting her to understand that my hands were tied. As much as I wanted her to be safe, Leonardo was right. She had to prove her loyalty to the Giovanni family.

Nyssa sat in a chair by the fire, a book open on her lap. She looked up when they entered and smiled. "Aria. You look better every time I see you. The mountain air agrees with you." "It does." Rowan set the report down. "Lois says you want to train." "Yes. Physical conditioning. I've been watching the drills and I want to join them." Nyssa closed her book. "The warriors' drills? I've been doing those since I was fourteen. They're brutal." "I know." "She's healed," Lois added. "The healer confirmed it this morning."

They switched positions at the table, Nyssa lying on her stomach with her head pressed against the flat surface, eyes covered, while Syzar hovered over her. And worse—his stare was still locked on mine as he thrust into her. Each slam sent a deep ache through my chest as the slap of their skin echoed. This was pure torture, true hell, and I was forced to witness it all. I could see a smug smile spread across Nyssa’s face just as she whimpered, “Cum in me, I can take it. I am your true pleasure toy; no one compares to what we have, Alpha…” She moaned with each thrust, and my wolf hated every second of it.

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.

She babbles at the birds, her voice a high, melodic chirrup that makes me laugh. Naysa, on the other hand, is the observer. She sits propped up against a nursing pillow, her brown eyes scanning the swaying branches of the trees above. She is calm, almost regal, taking in the world with a quiet intensity. While Nyomi is busy trying to eat the grass, Naysa is content to watch the patterns of light and shadow dancing on the fabric. She is the one who notices the small things—the way a butterfly flits past or the sound of the distant fountain. She has a stillness that scares me sometimes, she looks like she’s already figuring out all the things I’m trying to hide.

He scoffed, every bit of softness dying in an instant, and strolled off to his own class. ‘What just happened?’ Layla blinked, clasping her hand over the bracelet as she watched him walk off. “Don’t think you’ve won this round.” Nyssa growled, jabbing her finger into Layla’s shoulder. “You might think acting cute might catch you a man, but you’re just embarrassing yourself. Leave this game for the huntress or get hurt, mouse.” Nyssa turned around, flipping her hair in Layla’s face and sashaying into the classroom.