Diary Nikki Novels & Stories

Pissingly answered back to Niki and she was not fully convinced. “– That’s all you need to answer them.” Her inner wolf surprisingly and weirdly convinced her as the omega nodded her head, and continued writing all the information down. Niki put down the pen then glanced at the mirror in front of her. Seeing how sweaty she was and how she forgot what she did a few minutes earlier. The rustling of the papers made her glimpse what she wrote. It was illegible as it was all over the pages but it took her a second to remember what happened.

She usually vomits when she wakes up in the morning. I finally decided to check on Nikkie first. While suddenly remembering Aaron's words about the ultrasound photos. That's right, and I just realized I haven't seen the ultrasound photo yet. Did Aaron forget to give it to me? Or did Nikkie keep the photo and fail to give it to me? I opened the door to Nikkie's room while asking questions. I acted like a drunk. "Nikkie, are you awake? Did you keep the ultrasound photo ...." I asked as I opened the door to Nikkie's room, which was never locked.

“Months? You’ve been fucking random girls here while sitting at our dinner table acting like the perfect uncle type? And now you just railed me like that on camera, Dickson. My pussy is still sore from how deep you went and all I can think is what if my dad finds out his best friend stretched me out and made me cum like a whore.” The words spilled out raw, my voice heated and hushed, but saying it made fresh wetness trickle down my thigh. The forbidden part of it all sent a dirty thrill through me that mixed with the panic, my body wanting more even as my brain fought it.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

I definitely wasn't going to protest, as the try-on process was already wearing me out. As we moved from shop to shop, buying shoes and clothes and all sorts of strange makeup products, we chatted about anything and everything. Something that came up a lot, due to the fact that it honestly intrigued me, was Nikki's love life, and her unique opinion on relationships. "I've only ever been in one long-term relationship," she explained, "which was enough to let me know that they weren't for me." Ever since that particular breakup, she'd been slowly making her way around the male population of New York. And she wasn't ashamed of it.

She exclaimed and Jake laughed again but slowly composed himself, sitting back. “Oh, Kiara, you are so cute,” He pulled her cheeks again and Kiara was now starting to hate her Uncle Jake because of this habit. “Christian is missing out so much of his kid’s life,” Jake thought bitterly while he watched Kiara rubbing her red cheeks, “Why Christian? Why did you do this to a small girl?” “Okay, do you have her address?” He asked, and she nodded, running away to bring a diary Mishka maintains. “Mummy writes the address of my every friend.” She said, opening the diary. “Here it is.” She showed the address to Jake, and he nodded.

The eagerness in his eyes was obvious as he looked at Nicole. Niki was feeling uneasy under Jared's intense gaze, and that was when she slowly set her coffee cup down. She then broached the subject by asking, "I don't know who you are. We must have some connection since you've gone out of your way to capture me, right?" Niki deliberately did not reveal their enmity and continued smiling, "I lost my memories five years ago, so I can't remember you. I'm sorry. But judging by how you've treated us, I don't think you're a bad person. Are you?"

Maybe Nancy has written Cristoff's phone number somewhere or the place where they usually meet. Her room is organized as usual. Nancy is a person who is neat and makes sure her stuff is always in their proper places. Although we shared a room for quite a while, we made sure that we have our own spaces where we put our own stuff. On her desk were the pictures we took from Marshville. It brings back memories of the things we did and all the people we were with. We spent happy memories there. I opened her drawers and they were printed copies of her drafts of her novels. At the lowest drawer, she has a diary where she writes phone numbers of all the people close to her including her families', m

"I'm sorry." I stood there with the phone in my hand and the coffee going cold on the counter. "Set the meeting," "Niko—" "Set it Dmitri." I took deep breaths to calm myself down. “Just set the meeting.” I hung up and stood there for a long moment then I got a piece of paper and a pen and started writing.

The book he, her old bestie had bought for her. It was a simple gift for her 14th birthday, 10 years ago. It was the last birthday he had spent with her. Or rather, the last day. He left her a small note that she noticed a few hours after his family had left. They were celebrating her birthday with her family as they were like one family. Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from.