David Nicholls Books Novels & Stories

"What? Didn't we agree to leave her here? How about the police track this girl down?" David had touched his wife's shoulder and shook his head decisively. "This is the only way we can do it. Don't you really want to be rich and quickly move into the Nelson mansion? We have to drown Nichole now. I'll do it. Now, get the car ready. And get some people to get him in the car. will take care of his body," said David giving orders to his wife. Of course there was nothing Megan could do but obey her husband's words.

he replied “But you’re also impatient.” “Can you blame me?” I shot back “I’ve already lost so much time because of Daniel. I can’t afford to waste any more.” His gaze softened, just a little, and he nodded. “I’ll look into it.” "Is there anything else?" he leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms. I pointed at the desk “The book earlier. Can I take it?" Nicholas grabbed the book "You didn't tell me you were into these kind of genre. Crime and thriller?"

My hands were trembling, my throat tight, my mind spinning with flashes of what I’d just seen… his body, her laugh, the look of disgust on his face when he saw me standing there. The engine stayed silent as my headlights washed over the quiet street. I could’ve gone anywhere… to a hotel, to my sister’s place, back to family. But my thoughts drifted somewhere else. Somewhere unexpected. Nicholas. My husband’s boss. His mentor. The man David had always tried to impress and never could. Nicholas was everything David pretended to be. He was older, around forty, tall and broad-shouldered, with the kind of presence that filled every room before he even spoke.

“Yes! We will go as well!” David took the members of South River Province’s powerful families with him to the Nichols family’s residence. Currently, the Nichols family had not fully resurfaced yet. Franklin, the head of the Nichols family, had only brought these people along with him to dig up new prospects. Franklin and the two elders of the Nichols family were their strongest fighters. Now that they were dead, chaos had erupted in the Nichols family. David attacked the remaining Nichols family members who were masters in the Dragon Rank, and in doing so basically defeated all the people the Nichols family had sent out.

David and Oliver sat on a bench in the park with smiles on their faces as they watched Collin being tickled by Nora and Gwen who were giggling attacking Collin with tickles. "You have been lost in thought for the past few hours....... What's wrong? " David asked Oliver who sighed knowing he could never keep anything from his friend. "I have been thinking about Selina. " He confessed surprising David. " All this while she has been another victim of Noel and the man she trusted and now she is dying..... I wish there was a way to help her live longer. "

The stitches were still there, beneath the bandage—somehow, by some miracle, I hadn’t popped any that night we had chased the drug dealer down—but they were beginning to itch, and Jade had made me promise that I wouldn’t give in to the temptation. But it wasn’t easy. So I had distracted myself with some good old fantasy romance. By the time I flipped to the last page, I let out a sigh and tossed the book aside, propping my forearm over my face. “Need another?” The sound of Nicholas’s deep voice coming from the doorway caused me to jolt upright so quickly that I finally nearly popped a stitch. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets and a slightly amused expression on his face. “T

He couldn't stand being disrespected in front of such a large audience. “And it appears that the monks in Wardric's corner are leaving the arena now?” The announcer stated the obvious, “What could possible be happening?” Wardric finally reached into his huge robe's pocket and pulled out a book. Norval's eyes glowed, much to Wardric's surprise, as if Norval had been expecting it. The two circled each other, plotting out their next moves and scouting each other’s arsenal. Wardric eventually took action, flipping open the book, which stayed suspended in mid-air as he raised both arms, periodically looking down at the book and flashing his fingers around in a mystical motion. He raised his arms

“What did David say to you at the party?” I should have known he would circle back to it. Nicholas was many things. Forgetful had never been one of them. “Nothing worth repeating.” He gave me a look that made it clear he was not in the mood for soft answers. “Try again.” I reached for the toast just to buy myself a second. “He asked about the drug and the company. He talked too much. End of story.” Nicholas said nothing. I didn’t want Nicholas involved in that. David was the kind of man who could drop poison into a conversation and walk away smiling while everybody else swallowed it slowly. Maybe he had lied or guessed.

That’s when he laughs. And everything fractures. THE NIGHT I DIED I remember now. All of it. Not pieces. Not echoes. Everything. They didn’t just capture me. They hunted me. Because Nicholas Rhodes was untouchable—surrounded by walls, guards, money, myth. So they came for the one thing he loved enough to bleed for. Me. Damien leaned close that night, voice soft, intimate. “Kill Nicholas. Walk away clean. Or we take our time with you. And then we kill him anyway.”

"Including Nichole." "What do you mean?" "The threatening phone calls she's been getting. The severed hand that was delivered to her house. The photos of David Harrison's murdered family. All of that was designed to make her feel scared, paranoid, and desperate." "You killed David Harrison and his family just to scare Nichole?" "I killed them because they were going to become problems for me eventually. David was the one who gave nucjoke those pictures of Lydia. But sending pieces of him to Nichole was just a bonus way to use their deaths for psychological impact."