Decker Nilsson Sixx Novels & Stories

"Dad, why'd you hit me? I'm your real daughter. You hid me for six years because of her, and I let it slide. Now I'm pregnant—with your actual grandkid. What's so wrong about wanting to come home?" Sharon stared them down like she owned the place. Adelson heiress, future Benetton queen—this drama barely registered. "If it blows up, just toss some cash at it. Yasmine's freaking out 'cause she knows you're done backing her once I'm back. She's a fake—and she will be broke, head to toe." Sebastian's hand shook as he pointed at her. "You..." He used to think the daughter raised apart was just rough around the edges—she'd grow out of it. Never imagined she'd turn out this dumb and cruel.

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

“Then why can’t you take it here? Why do you need to take him inside?” Adele tried to understand. “It’s ok, let me check,” Decker got up and pecked a kiss on her head. He left for the office room, leaving Adele confused. “What’s the matter?” Decker blasted. Vincent extended a paper towards him. “Your sixth man,” Decker opened the paper and checked the details. “Are you sure?” ‘Yes, Senor. I checked it twice by myself," “How do you know it’s him?” Decker questioned.

*Six's POV* Axle walks up on stage and pushes up the sleeves to his leather jacket as he makes his way up to the microphone, “How’s everyone doing tonight?” People cheer and whistle. God his voice is sexy. “Glad to hear it. Y’all ready to hear some music,” This elicits more cheering and screaming from

He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?" Beta Dillon let out a sigh. "Damn, alpha, you are getting whipped by your breeder," the other person said. Drake threw out a sinister cackle as he laughed. "Dillon, I'm in a complete mess. I'm not sure what kind of emotion this is, but I wanted to find out what it is. The response he gave was, "You like your breeder, alpha." "It is impossible for me to reject the reality of the situation." Drake shook his head, unable to comprehend how his Beta could have such precognition.

He immediately turned to Alpha Max, “Give her to me, to be my mate” “Derrick?” Alpha Max called out, looking all surprised and beaten to it.

Luck put the letter in a drawer and unable to sleep. To try to fall asleep Luck went to the private library of Mr. Julius with the intention of knowing a little about his parents and how to control their power, in one of the books he talked about Solomon's ring, according to a legend, the nillo could Suppressing the power of a person, even if it was a god or demigod, it could look like a human, but what it could not change was the color of the blood, this made Luck a little happy and no matter how much he inquired about the whereabouts of the ring he could not find the trail.

I only managed to nod and watch him walk towards the door where Devin stood with a grimace on his face. Oh no. Knox smirked at Devin mockingly. 'Just go,' I silently wished. They're like two beasts ready to bite each other's neck off if one makes a move. “Nice meeting you,” Knox offered his hand, “I'm Knox Collins.” “I don't care,” Devin growled. “Griff,” I whispered to my son who was looking up at the two huge figures in front of him. Knox chuckled, “I'll see you later, Sweetheart.” He called out to me before pulling open the door and disappearing as it closes.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you had feelings for the girl.” Six’s gaze narrowed. “But you do know me, or at least what I am.” “One of the true sociopaths of our little ragtag group.” “You aren’t one?” I asked. I’d assumed they were all a variety of psychotic. “Oh no, darling, I am. Six here just happens to be one of the most emotionless of us all. A great actor if he was able to woo you before he abducted you.” The cadence of his voice was almost lyrical. Smooth and transitioning, an almost feminine quality. Much different from Six’s monotone, masculine one, and somewhat out of place for a killer.