Nadine Franklin の小説・ストーリー

Celine ask for Dr frank to nod. “ yes, of course. I have a friend, she’s very good. Here’s her number and her name is Miss khloe” he wrote the number down and gave it to celine. “ Mrs McNair, believe and stay strong if not for anything but that urge of becoming a mother please” Dr frank said for Amanda to nod as she couldn’t hide the emotions anymore. tears began to pour out.

“Sir, please… I’m only working here. Please let me go.” Nadine’s voice trembled, her eyes brimming with tears that would not stop falling. Her face had gone pale, her lips drained of color, her body shaking violently in fear. “I’m not a spy, Sir. I swear I won’t tell anyone anything. Please, Sir…” A sharp pain shot through her scalp as the man yanked her hair mercilessly. Nadine winced, her head throbbing in agony. “It hurts… Sir,” she whispered as her small body was dragged without mercy.

As soon as the press conference started, Nathan began to make a few statements about the recent events. "For starters, Miss Hilda Adams and I are not divorced. We have a harmonious relationship and a daughter. We even plan to have a second child. As for the speculation of Hilda's identity, I hereby announce that Miss Adams is also Maya Damien, the daughter of the late Adrian Damien and Connie, chairwoman of Frimpong Energy and Technology. Three years ago, she and I were injured from being trampled by a group of crazy fans. Later on, she went abroad to find her biological mother, Ms. Connie, and changed her name."

Adina slapped Flint on the arm and said coldly, “This would be the last time. Don’t call me here for something like this again!” “Oh, Addy. Don’t be mad.” Flint scratched his nose. “Let me treat you and your babies to dinner tonight. What do you say?” “I’m not interested!” Adina pushed him away impatiently. Flint frowned as his gaze fell on her neck. “Why do you have a tattoo?” He got a little closer, and his brow furrowed even more. “It’s the letter N. What does that stand for?” Adina pulled up her collar and said coldly, “It’s none of your business.”

Nadine insisted, her enthusiasm unrelenting. Nadine Gomez is the quintessential wealthy, glamorous friend who often ignores academics because her family’s wealth makes it unnecessary. Her appearance always catches eyes, and she has a way of making everything seem effortless. Ayane Yosida, on the other hand, is laid-back and appears indifferent, but underneath her casual demeanor lies a surprisingly flirtatious nature. Miracle del Vera, or Mira, is the quintessential playgirl with a new boyfriend practically every week, always bouncing from one to the next with effortless ease.

Franklin snapped. 'Who was his wife?' "Officer, I'm a divorced woman and no longer married to anyone except Jesus. Please dismiss the man standing there claiming to be my husband. I'm perfectly single now and ready to mingle." "Natalie!" Franklin shouted my name as he walked to the cell gate to look at me inside. "You shouldn't say rubbish like that. I know you didn't drug me."

she pauses waiting for me to tell her my name. "OH.. I'm sorry um Harper and yes that would be cool" I answer her. Along the way i learn that her name is Nina and that she's what's called an omega, they are mostly used as staff and very rarely are called equals to the other werewolves, She said that most omegas live out their lives as maids to the other pack members or higher powered, Nina said that most omegas don't have mates and that made me sad at first but then i heard her say that she was mated to one of the pack warriors named Chancler.

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

Instead, she continued typing on her phone before she dropped it and stood up. She walked past us towards the staircase while Clinton and I continued watching her. She didn't climb the stairs and I thought it was because another footsteps were coming. I was right because a lady finally came down, a wide grin plastered on her face. Clinton froze beside me as if caught in a sudden frost, his entire demeanor stiffening like a statue carved from ice. On the stairs stood a stunning lady who looked like she had stepped out of a magazine. Her golden pixie-cut hair framed her face perfectly, and her skin glowed with a radiant brilliance.