Piers Nivans Novels & Stories

Piers sighed and shifted, propping the pillows behind his back. “A new player has joined the game, Hila,” he said quietly Hila sat up, all attention. Piers’ eyes travelled over her face, angular and beautiful in a different way, the face of a woman who had seen and endured a lot. “Nico Piccolo is proving to be difficult. There used to be a man who was the right-hand man of Alex Van Dyke.” Hila puffed out perfect smoke circles as she waited and then Piers went on, speculatively.

“Noah is such an evil person. If I had a woman like you in my life, I would protect you with everything and keep you safe and happy. You don’t deserve this, Natalia.” “Piero.” Natalia said softly. Natalia’s eyes moved from Piero’s eyes and dropped to his lips. Immediately, she broke their eye contact and stood up to put on her face mask. “I should be— I should be on my way now. Thank you so much for listening to me, Piero.” Natalia said with a grateful smile. “I’m always here for a friend. If you need a shoulder to cry on, or even sit on so that I can take you around the world, I’m here.” Piero said with a grin.

Roche asks, pushing up from his seat. “The Piers are surfacing on gem deals again,” Nate begins, ignoring the sleaze dripping from every corner of the room. “And the mines,” Angelo adds. “What do you know?” The men shift, suddenly alert. A flicker of interest. “The Pier’s got some man called the Blue King on his side,” Scarred Lip says, voice like gravel soaked in vodka. “He’s funding him this time. From what I hear, he’s no longer bankrupt—and his records have been wiped clean.”

JARIS "Feel free to tell me about it. Everything, Jaris," Nivia said, her voice alone sounding soothing. Few days ago, if someone had told me I'd be seeking out Nivia for help, I'd have punched them in the nose. She was a popular psychological doctor. People came to her when they were passing through things they could not understand. Being over sixty years old, Nivia was very experienced and well respected in our world. People say she had answers to every psychological problem.

Note: The following chapters ahead is about the life story of Niel and Drake before their encounter with Jessica. This is to help you have a correct understanding of the story. ********************************************** Niel was from a wealthy family, one of the wealthiest ones in the country. His father owned a business company, one that produced beverages. His father taught him how to handle a business as well, and he was pretty good at it. They were a family of four. His mother, father and sister Christina. When he was eighteen, Christina was fifteen and they were really close apart from the relationship she had with Cynthia, his wife and Dracardo's mom. They have been best friends s

The wind howled through the pier, sending ripples across the dark water. Adrian exhaled, the tip of his cigarette glowing red in the night. His fingers curled around the stick, tightening as his mind wandered back to her…Nirvana. He despised the way she carried herself now, all confidence and defiance, no longer the naive little doll he had once manipulated so easily. It was infuriating.

Cindy sulks. "Where are my manners?" he said candidly and stepped out of the hot tub, wearing only black swimming trunks. He then grabs a towel and walks towards Ava and Cindy as he continues to dry his hair. "I'm Henry Glass, the owner of this cafe." Ava was just brought back to reality when he offered his right hand. Subconsciously she shook it too. I might have discovered a nasty secret but it's their business. I can't go back empty handed, now that Claire and Dave want a fresh start.