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Class ~ Nyte Tales

Despite the incredibly long history Class had with women, he found himself utterly captivated by this Russian beauty that called herself Lasha. With her independent attitude and determination she found herself in the middle of a problem he was in charge of handling. There were some unruly groups in the city that needed to be dealt with. That’s what he and his companions were doing when they happened upon her.

They were in the mist of unruly, dark times. It was a situation that called for severe violence. The kind of violence that was not for the weak of heart. Or foreign beauties. She meant well, but she was in the way.

So he decided, much to her disapproval, to keep an eye on her. She was delicate and beautiful and extremely capable of killing him if given the chance. He like this spitfire! That’s why he blocked her attempts to get too involved. She didn’t know the kind of people she was trying to take on. Didn’t know that they could rip her apart. They would kill her without giving it a second thought.

He couldn’t let that happen.

She was a breath of fresh air. He’d been around so much darkness that he forgot there could be another way of life. He wasn’t a good guy. At all. He’d killed many of his enemies. They had it coming. They were just as bad as he was. Some even worse. Still, he wasn’t the type of man you wanted to bring home to meet your parents. He wouldn’t even pretend he was.

But he liked her. A lot.

She thought she knew what type of world she was stepping into. She had no idea. Things went more than bump in the night. And he couldn’t just let her go out in that night by herself. Like it or not, she needed his protection.

 

The Disciples ~ Krystle Nyte

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Novels, Stories

Lasha ~ Nyte Tales

So Lasha came to the United States when she was just twenty. She was all about saving people and fighting for their equality and basic human rights. She had a lot to offer the world! She was smart and ambitious and focused. She was so focused that she couldn’t see anything but her goals. She had a purpose that wouldn’t be derailed. At all. By any means.

Which isn’t always a bad thing…

Her father was Russian and her mother was Ethiopian. Her background was so diverse she believed she was more than equipped to handle social injustices that were happening in the land of the free. Let’s be real, it was 1949. Free was subject to extreme interpretations. She was not discouraged though. With all the issues stacked against her, racism, language barrier and cultural differences just to name a few, her confidence was so high nothing could touch it!

Now, Lasha was determined to fight the good fight. She was prepared for the battle at hand. She actually reveled in it. It made her feel powerful!

She wasn’t prepared for the handsome, older man that happened to intervene during a fight she was in, and losing, one night while she was tending to the well being of the people. In all honesty, she didn’t like being rescued or depending on anyone for help. With her abilities she should be more than capable of handling herself in a fight. But here this man was saving her as is if she was a damsel in distress! Uh-unh. No. Nope. That couldn’t happen.

Class, that’s what he called himself, would not let her assert her strong independent self. He carried her in his arms and tended to her injuries and smiled at her in a way they made her warm in places that she couldn’t cool. He seemed to know the lustful affect he was having. Enjoyed that she needed and wanted him. And she resented him for it. He was into some sketchy business himself. Things she wanted to put an end to. And she would! That was a promise she made to herself.

But even though she tried to resist those nagging emotions, her attraction to him just continued to grow! Unbelievable! Of all the things that could distracted her from her great purpose in life, did it have to be a man?

The Disciples by Krystle Nyte

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