Zola's Nana Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Because I’ve known you since you were a child. Apologise to her.” I looked over at Rose immediately and she looked away which made me smile. “I will.” “You had better. I like her a lot.” Nana said with fondness. “She could handle the spice, and that’s saying something.” I laughed out loud. Nana says only the best of people can handle the spice in her meals, and she says she’d always known Vivian and me wouldn’t last long because she couldn’t handle it. Maybe, just maybe.

Because no matter how cruel I was—no matter how many nights I spent with other women, no matter how many times I tested her—she stayed. She was the only thing in my life that refused to rot. And I wanted to see how far I could push her before she snapped. Because she wouldn’t leave me. She couldn’t. Nana didn’t know how to exist without me. She thought she loved me. How fucking pathetic. Nana’s devotion was a cage. Her hope, her goodness, a noose tightening with every breath. I hated it. Hated her. Hated how her love felt like a sacrament I wasn’t fit to touch

Therefore, if she were to just mention that she was Nana, Charlie really could not remember who she was. However, Charlie finally had an impression of this girl after she mentioned that she was Nana Golding. At this time, the image of a young girl with a baby face suddenly appeared in his mind. Nana Golding was the young lady of the Golding family from Eastcliff. Her mother was the young lady of a wealthy and powerful family from Raventon. Her mother had intentionally given her the nickname Nana because the meaning of the name represented a precious baby girl to her. Nana’s father was called Yule Golding, and he was the third oldest amongst the descendants of the Golding family. He was also

“Those are very important things to know.” “And I would protect her from bad people. Like Papa protects us.” The casual way she said it broke my heart. A two-year-old shouldn’t have to think about protecting anyone from bad people. But that was the world we lived in. The world Isabella had forced us to inhabit. After getting Aria dressed in her favorite sundress with tiny flowers, I returned to our bedroom. My own summer dress was blue and flowing, perfect for a warm Roman day. But before putting it on, I strapped the holster to my thigh.

I shouted out as my skin started burning. Yulia looked at me innocently. Before she could speak up, a familiar voice came from the stairs. “Zella, stop yelling!” Sean strode over and carefully inspected Yulia to see if she was hurt. He refused to look at me. Yulia lowered her head and looked up at him pitifully. “I didn’t mean it, Sean. I heard from the maid that Zella was still asleep and was afraid that she would starve herself! Plus, it’s freezing. I wanted to get her a cup of hot water, but I didn’t expect the basement to be this dark.”

he said. “I understand her, any mother would want to see her children's pups before they die. If Nana was here, she would be doing worse than your mother just did” Amelia said. King Zee noticed her expression changed when she mentioned Nana and he felt guilty again. He had been so engrossed in their world that he failed to see that she was missing her only family.

"But fine, for you, I'd have settled for the crazy cat lady lifestyle." "Multiple husbands? Really, Zara?" I raised an eyebrow, amused. "What? I like variety. Is that so wrong?" Zara shot back, grinning. Nana shook her head and muttered something about "young people these days." I looked at her, perched quietly in her wheelchair by the window. Beyond her, a tranquil lake mirrored the azure sky, its surface punctuated by the vivid greens of surrounding foliage. Nana was framed by nature's canvas as if she was a subject in a classic painting – beautiful, timeless, and regal.

I took a moment to clear my throat and put on my best face before I finally hit the green button to answer. "There she is!" Nana said. She was sitting in her new chair. She looked so comfortable. "Did you give Zane that kiss for me? Did you tell him how much I love the chair?" "I did, Nana," I lied. My fingers tightened against the mattress. "He was happy you liked it." "Oh, he's such a gem." Nana beamed, smoothing her hand over the leather armrest. "When are you and Zane coming home for dinner? I want to cook that roast he likes, the one with the rosemary, just to thank him properly for the chair."

he was about to leave but suddenly Nana held his hand and then whispered to him. " You have to protected her Bernard ,I see a strong storm coming " Bernard turned to look at Nana and saw her pupil turned all white, Nana was a descended from the goodness of the moon but she devoted her life by walking as a nanny for Bernard. Bernard on the other hand understood what Nana was talking about so her quickly let go of the hand and left the room light a flash .

A perfect little doll she could use to get what she wanted. Nana walked into the room, her face pale and filled with sorrow. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping baby. “She’s beautiful, Yvonne,” Nana whispered, her voice trembling. “She is a true Cage.” Nana had been so excited when she heard about the birth of her granddaughters. Now, to have lost one, and their mother… it was too much.