Young Netero Novels & Stories

Brooklyn's POV** "Jordan," I repeated slowly. "You drove past me and left me standing at the gate — because of Jordan?" "Answer the question." "No." I crossed my arms. "You first. Explain what you did." "There's nothing to explain." His voice was flat. "I'm not your driver, Brooklyn. I never agreed to be. You want a ride home, call a taxi." "We have an arrangement — " "Our arrangement is about this house and about school. It does not include me waiting outside gates for you." He held my gaze without flinching. "And don't forget your place. You work here. You're the nanny. That's all this is."

he says, holding the children at his father's face. The room falls into silence as everyone stares at Dexter who's burning with rage, his veins thumping all over and he's panting heavily. The boys look at their father, seeing the anger in him which is barely being held back, and then they turn around to stare at me as well. I put on a big smile and whisper to them, "It's alright." Neo nods in agreement and turns to his grandfather, "h… he11o Grandpa," he begins. "I'm N…Neo and this Ash, and we're twins."

I said finally, my thumb brushing the curve of his tiny fist, “Can’t keep calling him little man forever.” She blinked at me, then back at him. “I… I don’t even know where to start.” “Just don’t say Eduardo,” I muttered. “I’m not raising a kid who sounds like he files taxes for the IRS.” She breathed out a laugh, “I wasn’t going to.” “Nero,” I let out. Her head turned, “Nero?” “It means strong. Fierce. It’s... fire,” I said, watching his chest rise and fall. “He came into this world fighting. It suits him.”

His arms wrapped around his two sisters, Primrose and Emily. "You're correct, this is the same human except he is my fledgling now Primrose. I wouldn't dare take his life from him if it was by force, Jason. Let me introduce you.... This is my fledgling Milo Tomas Young. Less formally, Milo. Milo, these are council members, the Nero family. In order from how they are on the couch, Primrose, Jason, Emily, Zachary, and Xzander." Milo looked towards them and gave them a small smile.

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

Maxine looked out the window, pretended she wasn't listening in. "My nephew is coming next week," Maxine said after Charlie hung up the phone. "He was in Spain for the past couple of years, he started this project of his called 'The Night Film' ... a new kind of cinematic experience ... it's independent filmmaking, very creative," she smiled proudly. "He's going to start the project here too, it was pretty successful in Spain ... you could learn a lot from him and his project." Charlie nodded, she was instantly interested, "What's the project about?"

I told Brenda that if she need anything then she can call me anytime. Then we left in his car to the club. The club name is morte. This club is really a very weird name I think it is Italian.It's opened here recently and became more popular. I get to know about it from Tanya my friends from the work. She invited me few times but I refused her. But now here I am. "Is Yash also going to be their"i asked him. His eyes fixed on the road. He looked at me when I asked him about it.

Though I talked about it with Nick, he said we can't say anything unless she is sixteen and only then we can find out if there is a wolf inside her. Yeah, we are not sure but in these two years, I have seen Narois' growth is faster than the other babies around her. Narois is stronger, a sensation seeker. She Still can't walk properly but her muscles are strong. And all this makes me believe she is going to be a werewolf. I do not have any problem but sometimes their "sensation seeking" programme scares me though I know Nick is a great and caring father. "Hey," Nick says after he catches me on the stairs. "Breakfast is ready, sweetheart, come!" He invites me in his deep and sensual voice and

“Then make it hurt, baby.” Noa’s laugh was bitter. “You’re such a psycho.” “You like that about me.” The main hall loomed open, wide and empty except for Nero. He stood at the altar, hands in his pockets, black combat boots splashed in red like he’d been stepping through bodies. His grin split wide when he saw them. “Took you long enough.” Noa’s gun rose, sharp and steady. “Shut up.” Nero’s eyes gleamed. “Still with him, huh? Even knowing what’s inside you?”

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.