Novel & Cerita You Know Me Well Nina Lacour

Marcus handed Damian his phone, saying, "Hey, you love playing games, right? Let's see if you can beat my high score." As I left the room, I spotted Nina on the phone, and I couldn't help but assume she was talking to her boyfriend. Heading to the fridge, I inserted a coin and grabbed a can of cola for myself and another for Marcus. As I turned around, Nina grabbed the second can. "That wasn't for you. That was for Marcus," I informed her, raising an eyebrow in surprise. Nina looked at me, equally surprised. Nina rolled her eyes and replied in an Irish accent, "Already doing good deeds for your future husband, are you?"

“It makes sense. But isn’t that place practically impenetrable? And the owner, no one even knows who they are.” Lila’s lips curled into a cunning smile. “Actually… I know someone who works there. Nina Simmons. She hates Sophia as much as I do. You might know her. She graduated the same year as you.” Marcus’s interest was piqued. “Can you get in touch with her?” “She doesn’t exactly respect me,” Lila admitted. “But she might listen to you.” Marcus nodded, determination flashing in his eyes as he took his phone out. Give me her phone number.

"don't touch." He took his hand back, worry written all over his face. "I'll make them save you, Blair." "Blair is gone, Blair is gone, no more Blair." Jack sat there thinking for a second, staring deep into my eyes, searching for answers to help them. "Luna Wicken, you are strong stronger than any other magical creature. The stroys tell the tale of how you are worshipped and feared by all. Make those stroys true and fight" he put his hand on my knee.

Leona grinned with a wink at me as she took a silver platter. I said nothing. Those conversations make me curl up like a hedgehog. /We want a gentleman/ Nina murmured /no games, no tricks, just love./ My ears were hopelessly trained to pick up any snippets about Cillian. Everything seemed to go well, but I remained tense all day anyway. /He will be okay, we don’t need to worry/ Nina said possibly a thousand times. Stuck in the busy, hot kitchen producing dozens of tiny rolls and desserts for the guests I was starving on crumbs of gossip.

She leaned in so close her hair brushed my cheek, hiding her mouth behind her wine glass. "This is weird," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "What is?" I murmured back, keeping my eyes fixed firmly on my plate. "I expected him to be terrifying." "He is," I replied instantly. Nina paused. She peeked over the rim of her glass, watching as Lucian patiently answered a nervous junior analyst’s question about market consolidation. "No," Nina whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief. "That’s exactly my point."

Marcus walked out from the dimly lit room in rage, his presence sent a cold shiver running down her spine as he approached. His eyes were cold, calculating, and filled with a twisted sense of determination. "What exactly do you want, Nina?" he asked with his voice dripping with disdain. “Tell me,” Nina studied him for a moment, she took a deep breath and gathered her courage. "I want freedom, Marcus. I want all this to end. I want to live my life without fear."

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“And what do you have to do with this, Camille?’ The accusatory undertones in Sia question weren’t subtle But Camille wasn’t shocked. Still, the hardness in Sia’s feline eyes was like being struck by a thousand needles. Camille could see the motherly side of Sia rearing its head to protect her child from a possible threat. “Nona, leave her alone.” Sid was quick to defend his female. “Camille isn’t the enemy.” “And yet this man knows her?” Sia shot back. “Nona...” “Sid, it’s okay.” Camille cut in before an argument broke out between mother and son. She looked to the older woman. “I do know that man. His name is Nathan and he was my...my partner.” “You were lovers?” The older woman’s eyes wide

She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

“Look Theodore, you can get the fruits for the farm, and I will get the food supply for here. Don’t forget she wants a variety of fruit to try new flavors besides strawberry and grape.” “I’m not a little kid you know… I know how to shop. Heck, I am probably older than you.” Theodore was irritated now. My mind paused for a second. How old was Theodore and Jamira? We have been together for years now, and I know nothing about either of them. “What’s wrong with Layla anyways? She’s never been sick before.” Jamira paused before answering his question. She had to make sure he did not know I was crying all night. If he did, he probably won't leave.