Prickly Romance Nia Arthurs Novels & Stories

Ara secretly felt the romantic excitement inside her heart at what she heard. “By the way, Let's do this again tomorrow okay?” It was in his tone that he is actually asking for her permission, but deep inside Ara knew that she does not have the capacity to refuse. “O-Okay,” the young lady then replied in a shaking voice. ***** AFTER washing the dishes, Ara went into her room to rest. She feels so tired, but because she is excited to write in her diary about all the good things that happened to her that day, it was as if the fatigue that she was feeling quickly washed away.

"Now now Mr. Agnihotri stop taking advantage of the situation. I am going out to check on Navya. Now you better start working coz winning my trust is not gonna easy as it sounds." Aarohi said while looking at him with stern expression and gave him his axillary crutches after picking them from the ground. Her words and her actions both brought a smile on his lips, and he indeed smiled broadly like an idiot. He nodded his head and again thanked her to which she just nodded her head and went our from his room with her heart still beating like a dump. While Ruhi checked on Navya and told everything to Leena aunty who was over the moon, till then Neev joined his hands and remembered god while cl

Nia let out another high-pitched scream, grabbing a pillow and smacking it against her own chest. “Are you kidding me right now?! That is so unfair! That is romantic and sexy and overwhelming all in one! Do you realise if a man ever did that to me, I’d faint, drown in the bath, and die happy?!” Ashera shook her head, laughing so hard her stomach hurt. “Nia, stop!”

She wasn't as drunk as she wanted to be, but more than she could control. Her phone buzzed in her clutch. She ignored it. Then it buzzed again. She finally pulled it out, blinking at the name flashing across the screen. Aidan Royce. Her breath hitched. A shaky finger hovered over the screen. Her thumb slipped. The call connected. She didn't speak. Neither did he. Static. Breath. Then his voice. "Why him?" She nearly dropped the phone. "What?" she whispered. "You brought him here... to make a scene?"

I say sweetly right after sipping on my drink. I turn to Nia. Nia is a part time maid, she's Maria's God daughter and is still studying to become a social worker, she's engaged to a boy named Cole and the two are madly in love. Nia is a year younger then me and she is a sweet girl, she came to work when I first arrived here and has been a sweetheart ever since. " What's he doing now?" I ask her. " Um he's reading a book." She says, tucking her dark red dyed hair behind her ear.

Rivals may whisper one sentence to one of the participants during the challenge. "Breathe. You don't have to hold anything back," Arthur whispered, then stopped, remembering the rule: no talking. He applied gentle pressure with his thumb, digging deep into Nina's crotch. The woman understood, biting her lip as Arthur's fingers tore at her pleasure. She adjusted her breathing to match his. Theresa leaned toward Nina, and her voice came through like poison wrapped in perfume. "He'll throw you away too," Theresa whispered. "You're just a distraction. Just like I was."

The woman guided Artemis inside and to a back booth that was mostly obscured in the corner. Nadia looked up, gorgeous amethyst eyes cautiously watching Artemis sit. She had been shocked to receive a letter at her maternal family's estate, especially one from an underclassman. Though she recognised Arte from school. How could she not? She was admirable, very dedicated to her studies, and never in trouble. Nadia always admired her hard work and how Arte seemed not to let anything get to her. But the letter threw her off. She'd had minimal interactions with this girl, and yet she requested a discreet meeting.

After what seemed like eternity, his voice came, “you don't like gentle, Ari.” “Arianna,” I corrected first and continued, “you never asked.” “And I'm not doing that now!” Nikolai's hands found my dress immediately and I gasped as he pulled at them, the cloth snapping under his force. “No.” I wriggled but one of his hands caught both of mine and he pinned them right above my head. “I'll make you remember, Ari. What you've always loved,” his free hand tugged at my bra, peeling them off me and I gasped as I twisted in his hold.

Moon above, I was so completely wrong. The irritation of remembering her first assumption—thinking I was an old patriarch—soured my volcanic mood even further. I was only several seasons older than her and Zuri. Hardly father material. From the exact moment I met Nia, she stirred a sleeping beast inside my chest, making my wolf hungry for her young body. I had fought that hunger hard and long, wishing it was any other female in the world stirring this primal need inside me. Shortly after that night, I had my top scouts run a deep background check on her, digging up every single piece of family history I could get my hands on. Imagine my absolute shock when I learned who her mother truly was.

“You left, Zac. That’s all I remember.” Zac stared at her, something heavy settling in his chest. “And that doesn’t matter to you anymore?” “No.” Nia lifted the knife, inspecting it as if deciding whether to carve this conversation into something real or just let it rot. “I’m dating Mira now. And that—she—is real. We’re deeply in love.” Zac blinked. “Mira?” He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Damn.” “What?” Nia tilted her head. “Gonna say some homophobic shit?”