Novels by Nicole Author

BridgettThe highway stretched out before us like a gray ribbon, endless and suffocating.We had been driving for an hour. The Chicago skyline was a distant memory in the rearview mirror, but the feeling of dread hadn't lessened. It had grown heavier, settling in the pit of my stomach like lead."We made good time," Elliot said, tapping the steering wheel nervously. "We’ll cross the border by midnight. I have a friend in Toronto. A cabin. No internet, no cell service. He won't find us there.""He will," I whispered, staring out the window at the blurring trees. "You don't understand, Elliot. He has resources you can't even imagine.""He’s just a man with a checkbook, Bridgett," Elliot scoffed, glancing at me. "You treat him like he’s a god.""He’s not a god," I murmured, touching the bare skin of my ring finger where the diamond used to be. "He’s an Alpha.""Mommy..."A whimper from the back seat cut through the tension like a knife.I turned around instantly. "Theo? What is it, baby?

BridgettThe service hallway smelled of bleach and silence.I walked fast, the backpack slung over one shoulder, my heart beating in my throat like a trapped bird."Mami, where are we going?" Abby asked, tugging on my hand. Her voice echoed too loudly in the narrow concrete corridor."Shh, sweetie," I whispered, forcing a smile that felt like broken glass on my face. "It’s a game. We’re playing hide and seek. We have to be very quiet so Paul doesn't find us."Theo, walking on my other side, wasn't smiling.He wore his small Spiderman backpack and a deep frown. His eyes, blue with flecks of gold, scrutinized me with an intensity that didn't belong to a five-year-old."You smell like salt water," Theo said quietly. "You smell sad.""I’m not sad, baby," I lied, squeezing his hand. "I’m just focused. Come on."We reached the rear kitchen door. It was the vendor delivery entrance—the only blind spot in the camera network that Elliot knew about from the blueprints he had found online years

Bridgett«The girl or the legacy»The words on the phone screen burned into my retinas, brighter and more destructive than the sun streaming through the windows.I stared at the notification until the screen went black, my heart hammering a frantic, painful rhythm against my ribs.I dropped the phone on the bed as if it were a poisonous snake.It all made sense. The sudden coldness. The refusal to look me in the eye. The hasty retreat to the office.Jordan wasn't rejecting me because he regretted the night we spent together. He wasn't pulling away because I wasn't enough.He was pulling away because loving me was going to cost him everything."Oh, Jordan," I whispered, pressing my hands to my mouth to stifle a sob. "You idiot. You stubborn, noble idiot."I needed to see it. I needed to know the extent of the damage.I wiped my eyes, steeling myself. I walked out of the bedroom and down the hall toward his study.Paul was standing guard at the top of the stairs, distracted by his earpi

Bridgett The sun streamed through the heavy velvet curtains, painting lines of gold across the black silk sheets. I stretched, my body aching in the most delicious way possible. Every muscle felt loose, heavy, and satisfied. The lingering scent of sandalwood, rain, and raw masculinity clung to my skin, marking me more effectively than any tattoo. I reached out across the massive bed, seeking the heat source I had fallen asleep against. Cold silk. I opened my eyes. The space beside me was empty. Panic, irrational and sharp, spiked in my chest. «He left. It was a mistake. Post-clarity regret» "Relax, little wolf." The deep, rumbling voice came from the balcony door. I propped myself up on my elbows, pulling the sheet up to cover my nakedness. Jordan was standing there, leaning against the doorframe. He was wearing low-slung gray sweatpants and nothing else. His broad chest, marked with the faint scratches I had left there last night, rose and fell steadily. He held two mugs of

BrisgettThe limousine tore through the suburbs of Chicago like a missile.I sat in the back, shivering despite the heating being on full blast. The effects of the chloroform were fading, replaced by a sharp, crystal-clear rage.Jordan sat beside me, gripping my hand so tight I thought he might crack my bones. He hadn't spoken since we left the hotel. He was vibrating with a silent, terrifying energy. He wasn't just angry; he was an executioner on his way to the gallows."We’re here," he said, his voice flat.I looked out the window. The peeling beige siding of my childhood home looked ghostly under the streetlights. It looked small. Pathetic."Are you sure you want to do this?" Jordan asked, turning to me. "I can handle it. You don't have to see them.""I need to," I whispered. "I need them to know they can't hurt me anymore."Jordan nodded once. "Then let’s go."(***)My mother opened the door before we even knocked. She must have been waiting for Silas. She must have been waiting f

BridgettThe chemical stench of chloroform filled my nose, stinging my sinuses.I tried to hold my breath, to fight the black wave crashing over my mind, but the grip on my mouth was iron-tight. My heels dragged uselessly against the plush carpet as the man hauled me backward into the shadows."Almost there," the man grunted, his breath hot and sour against my neck. "Easy money."We were moving away from the screaming crowd, toward the faint red glow of an emergency exit sign. The heavy door was pushed open by a second figure, revealing the damp, cold alleyway behind the hotel.«No. If they get me into a car, I’m gone. I’ll never see my babies again»I clawed at the man’s arm, my nails digging into his jacket, but my limbs felt like they were made of lead. The drug was taking hold. My vision blurred. The world tilted.And then, the darkness behind us growled.It wasn't a human sound. It was a vibration that shook the floorboards, a primal resonance that made the hair on my arms stand

BrielleHis mouth was an assault—a barbaric, delicious claim that stole the last trace of my sanity.Ethan didn’t ask permission. He forced my thighs apart with the strength of his broad shoulders and buried his face in my sex like a starving man in front of a feast.The first drag of his rough, hot tongue over my clit made my back arch violently.I muffled a cry by biting the back of my hand, my eyes filling with tears from the sudden intensity.His mouth devoured me. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider for better access to my pussy. An obscene sound filled the office as his tongue slid through the creamy wetness soaking my folds.“God… Ethan…” I moaned against my skin, my fingers tangling desperately in his dark hair, pulling without knowing whether I wanted to push him away or drag him closer between my legs.He didn’t stop.He growled against my flesh, the vibration resonating through my throbbing center as he increased the rhythm. His tongue became a whip lashing my most

BrielleThe silence in Cassie’s house was absolute—the kind of heavy stillness that only the early hours of the morning can offer. But I couldn’t lose myself in it. I couldn’t sleep. Not when my body seemed to throb with a dirty kind of urgency. I woke with a dry throat, a thirst that forced me out from beneath the cool sheets of my best friend’s bed.But deep down, I knew it wasn’t just thirst for water.It was him.It was always him.Ethan. My best friend’s father. A man twice my age—serious, imposing, carrying that aura of authority that seemed to bend the will of everyone in the room the moment he walked in.During dinner, his gaze—so deep and piercing a blue it felt like it could read my soul—had lingered on me longer than what was socially acceptable.He hadn’t said a word. He never did.But that look had ignited a heat low in my belly that was still burning hours later.I walked downstairs barefoot.I was wearing nothing but a cotton T-shirt that reached mid-thigh and a pair o

Aurelia“Now… tell me, little one,” his voice dripped with exquisite malice. “Which hole do you want me to use to destroy this body that cost me five million dollars? Do you want me to be sweet… or do you want me to break you?”The words died on my tongue. My senses dissolved like smoke until almost nothing remained of me except the feeling of his cock teasing my sensitive pussy, provoking me.Amos had asked the question, but he wasn’t looking for an answer. He only asked to savor my hesitation, to watch my will crumble under the promise of breaking me in the most pleasurable and devastating way possible.“Silence is an invitation, Aurelia,” he whispered, his warm breath brushing the curve of my ear and raising goosebumps along my neck.I felt the broad, wet head of his cock leave the boundary of my back entrance and press firmly against the entrance of my vagina. I was so swollen with arousal, so slick with my own traitorous desire, that when he pushed, my body welcomed him as if it

AureliaThe floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse offered a panoramic view of the city glowing beneath the rain, millions of lights flickering like diamonds scattered over black velvet.But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my own reflection in the glass—or from the man standing behind me, adjusting the gold cufflinks at the pristine cuffs of his shirt.Amos.He wore a custom-tailored tuxedo that emphasized the predatory width of his shoulders and the cold, aristocratic elegance that made him seem untouchable.I, on the other hand, felt like I was burning.The dress he had chosen for me was a second skin of black silk, with a dangerously low open back and a high slit that exposed my leg with every step.“Turn around, Aurelia.”His voice was calm—a smooth baritone that never needed to rise to demand absolute obedience.A shiver ran down my spine, a mixture of fear and heavy excitement.I turned slowly, feeling the silk brush against my hardened nipples.Amos didn’t move. His dark, c

MilaFear and desire are two sides of the same coin, and in that moment, with the tip of his cock pressing against my stretched entrance, I felt both. Dimitri didn’t give me time to hesitate. He grabbed my hips with his enormous hands, fixing me in place on the marble, preventing me from pulling away.“Breathe, Mila,” he ordered, his voice tight. “Don’t get nervous or it’s going to hurt.”He pushed into me slowly. A muffled moan died in my throat when his thick, iron-hard head broke through the resistance of my pussy. He filled me gradually, like a delicious torture.I felt myself opening, stretching beyond what I thought possible under his invasion. My walls adjusted to his circumference, wrapping around him in a tight, wet embrace.I could feel his erection claiming space inside me, filling me until it felt like I might split in two. When he finally sank his hips forward and struck against my ass, I felt the tip of him reach the deepest part of my body.“Fuck…” he growled, tipping h

Mila“I don’t want you to stop,” I repeated, my voice barely more than a thread, but heavy with unshakable resolve. “Forget the contract. I want you to take me, Dimitri.”Dimitri let out a breath that sounded like a caged animal snapping its bars. His pupils dilated until the gray of his eyes vanished into a dark well of lust.“As you wish, kotyonok.”Slowly, he released my waist, but he didn’t move away. His large hands slid down my thighs, tracing their path with possessive pressure, pushing my knees apart with a force that allowed no resistance.And then the man who had killed to protect me—the stoic giant who could make others tremble with a single look—dropped to his knees before me.The sight was devastating.Dimitri—huge, broad-shouldered—kneeling between my open legs in that marble bathroom, looking at me as if I were a deity he was about to sacrifice to… or devour.“Open wider,” he ordered, his hoarse voice vibrating against the skin of my inner thighs.I obeyed, spreading my