Nyssa Barrera の小説・ストーリー

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned to glance at the party, I made eye contact with Elijah as he chatted up with my bubbly sister, she was grining from ear to ear like the chesire cat, anymore desperate Quinn and you'd score him. Quinn had her hands all over his right arm, as she was most likely sweet talking him. That's all she's good at it, yet she was the perfect daughter, there are many words to desrcibe Quinn Brinx, and none of them is 'perfect'. Her silky grey dress hugged her body, falling down her chest just enough, to show cleavage, way to go Mom. I lookec back at Mira who was also eyeing the pair,she made a face then turned her back to them, keeping her focus on me.

“Pay no attention to her; she just wants to chase clout to fit in with the popular crowd, nothing else.” “But that is clearly not happening," a voice said behind them as they turned to see who that was. “ I’m sorry for startling you. I’m Tia, Tia Williams," the pretty girl introduced. ~ ~ ~ “ You lost that right, Zac; the fact that I’ve been patient enough to listen to your crap doesn’t give you the effort to talk down on me,” Aly added, cutting him off. She had gone to the shop to grab some snacks for herself when she bumped into Zac.

She had learned her lesson with Hera. Alyssa might just fit the bill. While she wasn’t as powerful as the Morris’, she was definitely easier to approach than Myra, the daughter. With Lancaster’s interest, getting a sample of her blood would be a breeze. Aurora positioned herself outside the girl’s house, waiting for Lancaster to come out. As he walked by, she leaned on her cane and stepped into his path. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed as he stumbled over her. “I can hardly see, please forgive me, sir.”

Leah made her way to the clear located in the center of Ray’s pack territory and landed a few feet away from where the magnificently decorated tables were set up. There were a lot of people present already. People were dancing to the music that was playing over the loud speaker and she could see little pups running around, weaving in between and underneath the tables. She could hear their excitement as they noticed her and ran over to greet her.

Waiting. Someone who mattered had noticed her. Not the usual bottom-feeders, not the Cassians of the world. Someone who understood what moved in the dark. Nyxara stood at the heart of her penthouse gym, a place stripped of every luxury, every distraction. Concrete floor biting her bare feet, sweat beading on her brow and dripping from her fists. Her hands, wrapped tight, a memory of old wounds and harder lessons. No mirrors, no music—just an immaculate rack of weapons and the kind of open space that made violence inevitable.

I need to dress up and also make sure that Leo is ready. I turned back and headed upstairs. I wonder what sort of clothing I should put on. I need something that would pass a message without being shouting or showy, something that would show at a glance that I am Luna. I had to ask Denise for help as she is good with fashion. As I was heading back, I overheard the workers discussing. “Did you see the banners? Absolutely magnificent.” “I heard the Alpha of the Northern Cliffs is here. Imagine traveling all that way!”

The men began to talk about the current situation in the pack while I looked around. “You should go and mingle, Miss. Abel. It would be good for your position as a Beta Female.” Alpha Sanders suggested, and I nodded my head. I looked around when I saw Helen and her friends near the bar. Our eyes instantly locked, and I felt this anger bubble within me.

“Tatiana. Marissa, whatever name you want to know her by. She was here. She was in this room, beside my sister, trying to take something, trying to get something from her. She was trying to control something in her, and…” I froze. Sienna moved away from beside me and I watched as she sat beside Lysandra, who was staring into space. She breathed, her breathing was heavy, but she didn’t say anything. Not a word was uttered out of her. And though she has been quiet since she got here, I knew that now, she was a lot more quiet. I looked between them both. “Are you sure? That it was Tatiana? As in, your mother, Tatiana?”