Fear Street Nick Goode Novels & Stories

You might have heard about me. I am the one and only red fox ….. In reality, we only fear things we think we might lose. “What exactly do you remember?” I shrugged the supposed memory was too hazy, “I don’t exactly know yet.” Nick grew silent, he was holding to me with trembling hands. “Why’d you do that? Do you want to die? What are you even thinking?” Nick caressed my forehead tracing the bridge of my nose. “What would have I done if I lost you in there? Do you honestly think I would not care?” his body stiffened; a drop of salty tear fell on my cheek.

Black’s blood ran cold. There, in the grainy image, was the smug, twisted face of Nick—her uncle. The same man he had been warned about, the same man Mike had told him to keep away from Sophia. "Shit," Mr. Black breathed, his voice barely a whisper. His hand flew to his hair, tugging at the strands as his chest tightened with anger and dread. The footage froze on Nick’s face, the man’s sickening smirk taunting him through the screen.

That’s why when I got into the said school way back in the 1980s - Nick graduated around the 1960’s - many of our friends and family told my mom not to let me go for it. Maybe because they were afraid that I would become like Uncle Nick. Well, tell that to my God who protects me, cause I’m still here without any demons inside me. The house is still standing by the way. What I don’t know is if Nick died in that basement. Well, I can go back there anytime to visit. The question is, should I or shouldn’t I? You’ll know when I actually go back there. I’m sure that by then, I’ll have another story to tell here at the Supernatural Spa.

Brooklyn trembled with fear as Nikolas struggled against the men. “We can work this out some other way. I’ll pay you money if that’s what you’re after. Just don’t shoot Brooklyn,” said Nikolas, almost pleading with the psychopath as he struggled to get free. Eddie Miller laughed, it was a sinister and terrifying sound, echoing all around the commercial area.

Nick didn't need to look twice to recognize the silhouette of the round table cast against the chromatic blue background with a full moon that made his blood curdle. For the first time in a long time, he felt fear. Not for himself, but for her. Apparently, Kate had no idea that she was being watched as she went about, putting her house in order. Just then, the video was interrupted and a G.P.S. navigator guiding him towards the location of a place popped up on his screen instead.

I can't stand those clingy simps! Wracked with agony, I felt utterly forsaken, with no one left to turn to. Suddenly, a group of people rushed in. The leader slammed Celine to the ground and roared, "Even if you destroyed the footage, I can prove Isaac didn't stab your mother!"

He looked angry, but I don’t think it was at me. “How what, Nico?” I probed. He glanced at me, and I could tell he was holding his breath. “Tell me…” I said softly, caressing his stubbly cheek. “How scared I was…” he answered. “I had all these shitty thoughts going in my head as I was driving to get you…it was fucking shit, Gianna. I hated it…” He actually looked scared. I wasn’t sure how to react. Nicholas Baldocchi was scared of losing me. Did he even realize that himself?

Nick said and they both exited the office Gustave spent some time with them before returning to his room for the night. Nick went to bed hugging Ruth but could not sleep. He how dangerous the people who killed his parents are and now they are working with Mrs Hayford. Going out will not put him in danger but also Ruth, Cassandra and Mrs Brown but if what Gustave said was something to go by, these dangerous people have changed their motive. Not wanting to disturb Ruth's sleep, he lay there in one position staring at the roof till morning.

Her shoulders shook as she laughed at something. Nick coughed and my attention returned to him. His face had suddenly paled and he dejectedly dropped his cutlery. "Kelvin has my ass, he'll rip me apart if he sets his eyes on me" He murmured, and I bit back a laugh. Nick has always been scared of his older brother – even when his father was alive – the reason why his first instinct after the situation broke out was to flee to his private island. I can bet that on the first day he was there, he couldn't sleep as he was having nightmares of Kelvin haunting him. I didn't blame him, Kelvin was a hard man to please and his stoic appearance didn't help matters.

She hastily gathered her tangled hair, squinting with lingering sleep, a wave of pure irritation surging through her as she glared at the intercom screen— And froze. Nick. He was slamming his fist against the door, his face pale and twisted in anxiety. His brows were drawn tight, and his expression was a mix of panic and loss of control. Outside, Nick had started out just confused by the lack of response, but now worry was taking over. Was something wrong? She live alone. Had she fainted, or… God, she wouldn't have… because of him…? "Damn it!" The thought sent a jolt of fear through him, fueling more violent action.