Push Nyla K Novels & Stories

If anything went wrong, she could easily pin the blame on him and Jordyn, ensuring she would come out unscathed. As she contemplated this, her smile deepened. … Three days after contacting Caroline, Nyla received another call from her. "Hey, I found a place for you! Buy your ticket to Capitarnia and let me know when you're coming. I'll pick you up and take you there," Caroline offered. Nyla's face lit up with excitement. "Thank you so much! I'll pack my things and buy a ticket in the next few days." "Sounds good," Caroline replied.

Clearing her throat, Nyla announced, “I am Nyla. I’m living with Eason and his family because my parents are dead.” Stunned silence permeated the room. Everyone stared at Nyla. She glanced at Eason, who was doing his best to smother his laughter. Finally, Mr. Richards cleared his throat. “Thank you. You may both sit down.” Eason led Nyla to two open desks near the back. Nyla felt tracked by the dozen sets of eyes in the room. She remembered to take out her holopad once seated, and Eason nodded in approval. She spent the rest of the class memorizing what Mr. Richards said, committing each breath to memory.

If anything went wrong, she could easily pin the blame on him and Jordyn, ensuring she would come out unscathed. As she contemplated this, her smile deepened. … Three days after contacting Caroline, Nyla received another call from her. "Hey, I found a place for you! Buy your ticket to Capitarnia and let me know when you're coming. I'll pick you up and take you there," Caroline offered. Nyla's face lit up with excitement. "Thank you so much! I'll pack my things and buy a ticket in the next few days." "Sounds good," Caroline replied.

With gorgeous upturned eyes and a smattering of freckles on the bridge of that cute button nose, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "What's your name? Where were you for so long? Where did you come from?" "Nyla..." She looked around as if trying to make up some answer. She pointed to a far off cruise ship. "You fell off the cruise ship?" "Yeah?" She replied uncertainly and looked up at Maya. "We have to go back," Maya told her while ignoring us. Nyla's grip around me tightened as she shook her head in a no. "I want to be with him. Can I talk to her for a second?" My mate freed herself from my arms and got up. Unaware of the werewolf hearing abilities, they stood not too far fr

It's Nyla and I need your help . Why is Nyla calling me ? ' What do you want ? ' I asked rolling my eyes . ' I wanted to ask if we could go shopping together as friends . I need some female advice . ' ' But we are not friends Nyla . ' ' Please . You can pick me up by noon . ' she replied with excitement . ' Okay . ' I said grudgingly and hung up . I wondered what Nyla wanted from me . I don't think we could ever be friends but we can give it a try .

Crystal River Pack Nyla had been woken up with her fellow Elder Successor forcing her way into the mind link. The Elders think that it might help if we talk with her. Road trip? Arguing was pointless, so Nyla met Dawn in New York, where they rented a car. They took turns driving while the other navigated. Both were laughing at the others’ lack of skills at either objective. They only got lost once but were quickly back on the road. The other detours were side quests for tourist traps.

Nyla’s heart slammed against her ribs as Adriel marched her down the narrow service hallway, past stacked crates and humming coolers, out into the alley where a sleek black SUV waited, engine already idling. The rear door opened before she could protest. “Get in.” She stuck her feet, refusing to move from where she was. “No.” Adriel leaned down until his masked face was level with hers. “You have two choices, Nyla Reagan. Walk into that car under your own power, or I carry you. Either way, you’re coming.” Nyla glanced at the two guards, both watching her with flat, professional detachment. She had no allies here. No escape. Without a word, he slid into the leather backseat. Adriel followed,

Not yet. “You fucking did. If you didn’t, why was I here without my consent?” Nyla’s voice sharply cut through the air like a whip, stopping my train of thoughts. I leaned forward slightly, my gaze steady on her and unrelenting. “Maybe because I knew you wouldn’t give me the consent.” I said, and I almost cursed myself out when she retorted almost immediately. “Right. Now let me out of here.” She spat, her eyes darting towards the heavy door.

Because I'm slightly drunk, too pissed to think straight, and I don't wanna do anything crazy. "I can't stop looking at you…" Nyla murmured, her voice low and slurred, but bold. "Your voice, your hair… the way your mouth moves when you talk—God, it's hot. I wonder why you're still hanging on to that isadora bitch like she's your lifeline. Didn't she fuck your last secretary in your office?” My face reddened with rage " Shut up!" She fisted the front of my shirt, tugging me closer until our noses almost touched.