Class 09 Nicole Novels & Stories

He explained and I massaged my temple. “I understand. It's just that…” My words got stuck in my throat the minute I turned and saw Nicole walking down the stairs. For a second there, I thought an entirely different person had snuck into my house. Nicole looked beautiful. She wore a handless chic gown, above her knees with a side slit that revealed her lap a little. She had a purple colored wig on and her makeup was moderate, making her stunning. She wore sturdy platform heels. I guess she wants to dance the night away.

I feel a nudge in my hip and with confusion I turn to face a wide eyed Cassie. “What is she doing here? With the way she always spoke of Rixon Hills like a town beneath her she now plans to attend our high school? Please tell me I’m seeing things” I wish you were seeing things Cassie, I really wish this sight is just a figment of our imaginations but it’s not. “I’m Nicole Parker. I hope you will all treat me well and with care, please” Nicole speaks in a soft angelic tone. There are murmurs of yes and guys are whispering about how hot she is and how she is the most beautiful girl in our school now.

As I looked at them, it hit me how much I had missed them—not just their loud personalities but everything about them. Nicole, the tallest of us at 5’9”, had the kind of striking looks that made people do double takes. Her sleek black bob framed her sharp features perfectly, and her deep brown skin made her red lipstick pop. She was all confidence and control, dressed in a tailored navy blazer and slacks, always looking like she was about to close a million-dollar deal. Which, knowing her, she probably was. As a PR specialist for luxury brands, she spent most of her time rubbing elbows with the elite.

I muttered to myself every minute. Finally, Olivia stood up and walked over to the counter. “Hey, Nina,” she called with a sugary sweet voice. I knew she wanted to do something crazy “Can you get us some more napkins? We seem to have run out.” I forced a smile, handing her a pack of napkins. “Here you go.”

In all her life, Nicole had never felt more repulsed by a person like she did in that moment so without thinking, she untangled herself from his grip, pulled her foot back and kicked him right in the the shin. Matteo yelled in pain cursing loudly, but Nicole didn't wait to see his reaction. Instead she fled towards her room and bolted the door quickly behind her. Only once she was safe within the confines of her room and far from Don Matteo's blood sucking fangs did she let the tears which she had been holding back fall freely. She cried herself a river and fell asleep in a heap at the foot of the door.

She was smiling and didn't look particularly nervous, which surprised me a little. Sitting to her right, in the upholstered chair, was Nicole. Nicole is short, barely 5 feet tall, with jet black hair and an olive complexion, but she's easily the most shapely of the girls. She's Italian, a New Yorker, but she looks like she could be a long lost Kardashian sister. She was wearing a tight-fighting, sequined blue dress; it was backless, with the front of the dress tying around her neck. It didn't show any cleavage, but it didn't need to; there was no question who had the biggest breasts in the room.

Nicole was in her room busy with assignment when I saw her, she looked at the book on her table in deep concentration as she bit on her lower lip, that pink, thick lip that I so bad want to bite as I kiss her. I left to the theatre room in the house and set up blankets, pack of chips and the ice cream along with some candies and sweets. After making sure everything was all set,I went to check on Nicole again. This time, she was packing her bag and in her standing figure I noticed her pyjamas. It was a pink tank top that stopped above her navel and shorts which was showing her firm, small and round butt. "Ready?" I asked her. She turned around and smiled before nodding. We left to the theatre

Not now. Cut to Nicole Inside the cabin, Nicole adjusts the camera angle with manic precision. She tilts her head, blowing a kiss to her virtual audience. “Let’s make this interesting, shall we?” she purrs. “Alpha Jason Barron, wherever you are, I know you’re watching. Your son is so… delicate.” She trails a finger down Liam’s arm. The boy whimpers, and she laughs. “Come on, Jason. Don’t be shy. The world deserves to see you beg for Luna's mercy.”

I eject the disc and put in NST02. This one is Nicole. I flip through the stills and my cock starts throbbing looking at the close up of her creamy white mounds with their puffy pink nipples. The close ups of her wet pussy are amazing and makes me wish I'd had her undress today when I had the chance. Her puffy lips, streaked with moisture, are encircled by fuzzy brown hair that opens into a full triangular bush over her pubic mound. I'm more interested in the video and this one I want to watch from start to finish. It starts with Nicole completely naked on uncle Harry's bed. She's leaning against the headboard with her legs spread apart and uncle Harry is interviewing her, but is not visible

She wondered what made Amelia think she was impressive. Nicole had applied to Nova Nine Technologies as a senior tech specialist, while Amelia was just a lowly assistant, fit only to pour drinks and play the part of a charming sidekick.