Ally Nickerson Novels & Stories

He gets up because he knows that I am now irritated with him. "I will call your office as soon as possible to make an appointment with you, Miss Morris. I am serious about giving all my business to you because I do not trust the Greens anymore, and old man Jones is retired," Nick says. He greets us and walks away because he knows he is in my way. I look up at Connor again, seeing the longing in his eyes. He sees me looking at him, and he smiles. He turns away and plays with the children again. I wonder if he's longing for a hug from me.

Drake was— Don’t think about it. My chest tightened, and for a moment I thought I might pass out. Somehow my legs kept moving. One foot. Then the other. I didn’t make it far. A tall figure stepped into my path, arms folded. Nick. And he looked destroyed. Not angry. Not furious. Not confused. Destroyed. “Bets.” His voice cracked. Nick Alison, Beta of Lanemoon, who’d stared down rogues twice his size without blinking, looked like someone had punched a hole straight through him. “Please tell me I misheard.”

Ann stated the obvious. "I'm fifteen, not five." Holly snapped. "Why not take Trisha or Emilie?" "You're never too old." Ann grinned, getting her purse out, and going over to a lady dressed as a fairy. "Actually, just Trisha." Holly corrected, knowing Emilie would take offense at the cheap dress and paper wings with too much glitter. "Lighten up," Ann patted Holly on the shoulder. "Just one for Holly." The 'fairy' gave them an odd look and took Ann's money, then led Holly inside.

Nick chuckled. “No, miss. He just calls me that,” the sheriff answered with a grin. “Goldman, why don’t you properly introduce us to your lady friend?” “Oh, yeah, sure,” Goldman said. She stopped rubbing his chest. “Over there, sweetheart, is Nick Dalton. Best wingman around and one helluva deputy,” Goldman said. “Thank you,” Nick said with a grin. She leaned over to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” Nick shook her hand. Damn, her tits were large. Nick had to admit, he was starting to enjoy himself. Maybe it was worth leaving the house this evening.

Nina said. I shook my head no. I couldn't let Brooke have the last laugh. I had every intentions of standing tall no matter how embarrassing the posters appeared to be. "Well. Well. Well. If it isn't the maid's daughter," a voice interrupted. We turned and saw Nick. "What did you just say?" Nina asked him. "You don't hear well, huh? But that's okay because I wasn't speaking to you anyway. I was speaking to your friend. The girl who got our quarterback's head up his ass that he can't focus on his boys anymore."

I begin, already feeling my throat tighten. "Nicholas Williams. Beloved son, devoted husband. 07/12/1984 - 02/26/2011." I think that he was that and so much more, and no piece of stone will ever define how amazing Nick was. He was one of those exceptional people who walked the earth and touched everyone he met.

While I didn’t particularly like her this close, my scent seemed to calm her enough to peek through her fingers at the hunk of meat this man was on his way to becoming. “Erik told my girl that he saw her talking to Nic. Considering he’s only ever seen her at the bar, that narrows down the list significantly. What is the alias Nic goes by?” The man’s grin remained in place. I had half a mind to shatter his jaw and weld his mouth shut with the god-awful scent emanating from the cavity.

So, she witnessed the whole thing. Suddenly, Nick turned to Emily. "Beautiful Miss Mermaid, let me introduce myself. My name is Nick, Derek's good friend." Nick suddenly turned into a gentleman. He extended his hand, wanting to kiss the back of Emily's hand. Suddenly, a chubby little hand reached for Nick's outstretched hand. "Hello, Nick. I'm Chris. Mommy is carrying Aaron, so she doesn't have a spare hand. Let me," Chris said with a smile, but his eyes were flickering with anger.

I recognized them, one to be exact, he was one of the people i was supposed to reach out too- i inhaled and with a smile plastered on my face. “Mr. Nickerson.” i said and the laugh around the three died down replaced with eyes which were very much interested in me. Nickerson, blonde hair, olive green eyes and sharp jawlines that would make any woman swoon, he was way taller than me but not tall enough to beat Arthur, he was extremely buff and as he moved his hands, his muscles flexed under his suit. “What do we have here?” he said as he accessed me shamlessly, his friends did the same thing too and i cleared my throat drawing their attention back to my face.

“Emily—” “It’s a clean operation, Nick. Father provides the soldier. Soldier does the dirty work. Jessica catches the prize. And I lose everything.” The silence between us is not silence. It’s the sound of six years rearranging themselves on a kitchen counter. “I need to find Marcus,” Nick says. “Yes.” “And I need to talk to Jessica again.” “She won’t talk. She knows she slipped.” “Then I’ll find another way.” He looks at me. “I’m sorry. For tonight. For her. For all of it.”