Y'know Like Nya Novels & Stories

I sit there beside Toby and people started to shove foods and drinks to our faces. "No, thank you." I refused the glass of beer kindly. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my shoulder. "Hey, Mitz, Toby..." A girl's voice. I turned my head and saw a girl with black hair smiling at me. "I'm Naya. I'm the only female Quill Warrior." She said, sounding so proud. I would also be proud if i was her. "Stop showing off, Naya." Toby rolled his eyes. "What? Should I also tell her about the last battle that we had? You know, when i totally kicked your..."

I say running my hands down my face. "What the fuck man. You are not her Alpha. She is your Luna and your queen. She is your equal. You have no superiority over her. Maybe in bed but still. You can't treat her like that." He says and I realise how stupid I am for even thinking like that in the first place. "Your right,Jay. Thanks man." U say. He just pats me on the back and sips on his scotch. "What do you do when Joana acts up." I ask him. "I give her some good dick." He says with a smirk and I chuckle. Just then my phone dings indicating a message.

Amaya's eyes turned blue and started talking with Mune through their minds. "This guy beside me is enough! Take her away!" Aya said. "Are you saying I need to take her somewhere else?! SO YOU'RE LEAVING YOUR PARTNER?" "ARGH!" she said verbally and stomped her feet while walking away from her twin. Hiro was unintentionally pulled by her because of that, so he smiled to his ears again. "So are you going to let me join you?" Ynah asked while blinking her eyes. "What's your name, again?" "I'm Angelina, but you can call me Ynah!" she replied.

I told her. We got in an elevator to the fourth floor, and she opened the door. Her friend, Kiyana, ran to give her a tight hug. "You will kill me with anxiety, silly girl," " Kiya, I'm alright. Sorry for worrying you," Nalya said. They pulled apart, and Kiyana looked at me, confused. " I don't know how to greet you. Nate explained your rank to me and all," she panicked, and I chuckled. " How about good evening, Rhaegar,"

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

Then suddenly— "Oh my God!" Her voice cut through the quiet. Kane reacted instantly. His entire body snapped toward her, alert, tense, ready. "What?" he demanded. Mona's eyes were wide, but not with fear. With excitement. "We need to celebrate your win, mister!" Kane blinked. Then exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Shit, princess," he muttered. "Don't do that." She tilted her head. "Do what?" "Yell like that," he said. "Thought something was wrong."

Jymia tells me. “How?” I ask. “You haven’t been on a date for a long time and you don’t want to look good for ya man.” She replied, sucking her teeth and crossing her arms. “Sorfri sorfri (Take it easy).” I tell her. Jymia pulls out her phone and starts playing Aya Nakamura. “Jolie nana” by Aya Nakamura plays.

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.

“Come join Naya at her table—she’s been asking after you.” Vivian leaned in. “I don’t trust her. Or her friend.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Not today, Viv. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” As they approached Naya’s table, Naya herself stepped forward, holding a glass. “Anna! Have some coconut milk, your favorite,” she said, hand slightly trembling, eyes flicking to Vivian.

“Heh, I’m learning so much today. The young mistress of an aristocratic family in Glendale is bullying others with her authority for her so-called good friend.” Naya scoffed coldly. She was not afraid to cause a scene. When she saw the doctors, nurses, and patients’ families walking past, Naya called out to them, “Everyone, stop and take a look at this. This is what relying on power to bully others looks like.” Naya deliberately raised her voice so the doctors, nurses, and patients’ families all stopped to see what was going on. “What’s happening?” “I know those two. They look like Jeremy Whitman and Eveline Montgomery.”