Amy Nelson Novels & Stories

NELSON. I sat there on the exam table with my cock still throbbing and my ankle wrapped tight, staring at the closed door like an idiot. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Nelly never came back. Instead the door opened again and this plain, skinny nurse in her late thirties walked in carrying a tube of balm. She is flat as a damn board. No tits worth mentioning. Nothing like the massive heavy pair Nelly was carrying around. “You’re Nelson, right?” she said in a bored voice. “Nurse Nelly said to finish up with you. Ice is done, so I’ll rub this balm in and you can go.”

exclaimed Nelson, looking satisfied at his work with Aza. "Hopefully tomorrow someone will buy our food," said Aza and then pushed a cart made of wood and vines. "Hopefully, Nelson can't wait to see the world outside here, when seeing people passing by the desire to find out is very big," said Nelson excitedly, the boy is very adventurous but afraid to face danger. "But all of that costs money, right?" Aza asked Nelson. "It's true sis, that's why I can't wait for tomorrow, hopefully many will buy, raise money and enter the academy," said Nelson again. That face looks sad but it is very clear that this handsome, black-haired young man is looking forward to it.

But Nelson had directly dismissed Ryan. "What could I be hiding from you?" Nelson uncomfortably looked away, but still questioned, "Rather, have you considered why Nestor could not only see Ryan when even we couldn't, but also bring out his things?" Selina frowned: "Are you suspicious of Nestor?" Nelson didn't deny it: "Have you never wondered why the Adams sent Nestor away back then, and why the Wilsons in Auroville were willing to take him in, even grooming him as the Wilsons' heir?"

As if her chest was being squeezed by an unfathomable weight. "Of course, Madam is the one who can make Mr. Dirk and Mrs. Dakota withdraw immediately," Nelson continued, exhaling deeply. He reached for his cup of coffee, but didn't lift it all the way. "Who else has the power to frighten people but them?" Nelson shook his head, a bitter smile on his face. "No one. Only Madam can." Amber was silent for a moment. Her desire to sip the mango juice had vanished. Now, instead of enjoying the refreshing drink, Amber's hand simply fell off the table. Limping, as if she had no energy left.

As Kyle and Kelly delved deeper into their father's AI notes, they uncovered a hidden section expressing Nelson's innermost desires and regrets. Contrary to his cold exterior, those notes revealed Nelson's secret wishes for genuine love, connection, and a desire to have children. Within the coded messages, Nelson confessed his longing for a family that goes beyond appearances. He expressed remorse for the mistakes of his past, acknowledging that his demeanor has been a defense mechanism to mask his vulnerability and fear of rejection.

I gave Daisy a small wave and walked away without another word to him. I found the address from my confirmation email and double-checked it against the gate in front of me. A large, clean townhouse at the end of a quiet street. Way out of my neighbourhood. I rang the bell. The door opened almost immediately. A tall man in his forties, well-dressed, tired around the eyes. "You must be the new live-in nanny." "Yes, sir. I'm Brooklyn Lawson. I'm so sorry I'm late — " He held up one hand. "You're lucky my children aren't home from school yet. If they had been, this conversation would be going very differently."

Damon was here too. The mark on my thigh started burning very hot. Nyx was howling inside my head, confused and furious. Damon turned to me, his dark eyes full of jealousy. His hand found mine and squeezed me tight. “Tell him,” he growled under his breath. “Tell him who you really belong to.” Alpha Kael took one step closer to me, his voice loud and clear. “Choose between us, Annie. Or I will fight your Alpha for what is mine. “Fight who?” Damon retorted, his chest literally pulsing very hard. “Fight me?”

“Good. Maybe pain will remind you to stop pretending. Maybe it will remind you of what a traitor might live through if they were to be caught. And right now, you seem to think that you are smarter than everyone else.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I muttered, trying my best not to wince. But she did not budge. If anything, she seemed to grow angrier. She leaned closer, her breath brushing my ear. “Tell me, Amelia, what game are you playing? First you collapse, then you whisper my name, you come to kill me, then you ‘defend’ me. Why?” My chest heaved as anger cut through the ache. “Not everything is a game, Selene. Some of us don’t live to scheme and twist. As you might know, not

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.