You Know Me Well Nina Lacour Novels & Stories

a soft voice interrupted. The door to the war room clicked shut. Nina stood there, holding a heavy silver tray. She wore her standard gray maid uniform, the fabric scrubbed clean but thin at the elbows. Her dark hair was pulled back, exposing the pale skin of her throat. "Luka and I already spoke about it," Nina said, keeping her eyes down as she stepped toward the table. "I will cover the hours when he is down in the pits." She set the tray down with a soft rattle. The scent hit me instantly. Freshly cut sandwiches, thick white bread, and strong, black coffee. My stomach twisted. I had not eaten in twenty four hours, but the food was not what made my throat go dry.

Nina whispered, her eyes dancing. "I told you I could organize something really special for you and your man, Mirabel," Nina smiled, gesturing as we watched Ryan already eagerly licking Ceaser's nipples. "Now, stand with your hands on the wall and above your head, Ceaser," Nina directed, then began licking and kissing Ceaser's ass cheeks. "This is truly something special I organized for you and your man, Mirabel," Nina beamed, sliding Ceaser's g-string down to her ankles. "Now, turn around with your hands on your hips, Ceaser."

Nina came near me and touched my hand. "Unfortunate sweetheart, Nicholas," she said once more. Something hurt terribly, as I understood that contacting me currently caused her no rush. No lady will at any point excite me again when I'm close. Indeed, Nina is an expert on clothing! She is the best-dressed Englishwoman I have ever seen. She has functioned admirably. For the conflict as well, I hear, she merits her fortnight in Paris. "Nina, what are you going to do?" I asked her.

Mirabel replied, my voice laced with exhaustion. Louis, ever the concerned second mother, chimed in, her voice tinged with worry. "Yeah, true. Where is Nina?" The maid's gaze flickered between us, her expression neutral. She hesitated before responding to Louis's question, her voice still barely above a whisper. "She's asleep, ma'am. She didn't even collect the milk you asked me to give her. She didn't take it from me, I even tried to give her easy fruits that she could chew, she rejected everything from me."

It simply pooled and gathered, waiting for someone else to command it forward. A soft knock startled me upright. Before I could answer, the door opened again - but this time, it wasn’t Mistress Orion, nor either of the attendants. A young woman slipped inside, no older than twenty-five, dressed in the plain blue uniform I’d seen downstairs. Not Athena-blue, but servant-blue. Her hair was tied back in a messy braid, dark curls escaping around her temples. She carried a folded bundle of fabric in her arms. Her eyes flicked to the collar, then to the faint marks beneath the shift. She looked away quickly. “I’m Mira,” she said, voice low but steady. “The Luna sent me.”

A girl stood a few feet away, arms crossed loosely, expression somewhere between amused and curious. He recognized her. Same class. Sat a few rows ahead. “Sometimes,” he said. She raised an eyebrow. “That didn’t sound convincing.” Jace shrugged. “Depends on the day.” She stepped closer, not hesitant, not awkward. “I’m Nina,” she said. “Jace.” “I know,” she replied easily. “You’re hard to miss when you’re always here after everyone leaves.” He almost smiled. “Maybe I just like quiet,” he said. “Or maybe you don’t like being alone,” she countered.

His expression shifted abruptly, his eyes darkening. Tara looked up and saw Nina walking in against the light, radiant and captivating, exuding an aura that drew every eye in the room. The room fell silent for a moment. Those who knew the backstory had their smiles stiffen, while the clueless ones hesitated briefly before the excitement exploded. “Nina!” “Nina Lucas, the international superstar!” People swarmed around Nina—snapping photos, asking for autographs, begging for selfies. Reporters and media personnel quickly whipped out their equipment, ready to interview her.

Lucian looked at the owner of the voice, it was Mohit. "Oh, Mohit. The dearest best friend of Jasper," Lucian chuckled in frustration. Mohit walked from his place and proceeded towards Lucian. "Do you have anything to say?" He growled as Mohit stood in front of him. "Yes," Mohit nodded, searching for confidence, "I know everything that's happening between Jasper and Nina." Lucian looked at Mohit, and it didn't look like he was lying. "So who will know?" He smirked, "Spit. Whatever you know. Fast."

I try to hold myself from physically showing my joy. Nina flips her hand through her hair, pushing it backwards. Her hair looks so healthy and pretty. “I do have one more request though, if I may.” I mumble. “Shoot!” She beams, eating the last chunk of her croissant. “I need your company’s data.” I blurt out. Of course I wouldn’t want to be a babysitter forever. Plus, with our plan to get Cain out of the picture, it won’t take long till I’m living my life again.

It was both a relief and a weight off my chest to finally share the truth with someone who might comprehend the complexities of the situation. Lamar's expression remained thoughtful, his fingers occasionally making tangled motions that I assumed were his way of processing the information he was receiving. She translated his thoughts with care. "He understands your situation," She said softly. "He knows that the council can be ruthless, especially under Sirus' influence." Lamar began motioning with his fingers and the girl translates. " He said you have a home here now and he'll help you bring out your wolf." She turned to me with a small smile. " I'm Lucianda by the way. I suppose I'm your o