Human Nick Wilde Novels & Stories

“What gave it away, the accent?” “No, I would say you did a good job of keeping whatever accent you might have under wraps.” “I will be taking that as a compliment, so thank you.” He says. “Who are you?” I finally ask. “Well, let’s just say I am the man sent to handle situations like this.” “And how do you handle things like this?” “If you can’t figure that out then maybe I gave you too much credit earlier.” “He is an assassin.” Nickolas says, “So you are the smart one.” He says, referring to Nickolas.

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...

“You weren’t supposed to survive. You weren’t supposed to come back.” I smiled then. Slow. Sharp. “Maybe I didn't. Maybe I came back for you, Mila.” She gasp and shook her head, breathing uneven, fear radiating off her like heat. For a moment, I saw her for what she really was—not powerful, not confident. Just a coward with blood on her hands. Then— The door creaked again. Mila flinched hard and whipped her head around. Nick stood in the doorway, his golden Alpha eyes glowing like molten fire. Behind him, Josh and Rose lingered, silent and watchful. His presence filled the room, heavy and suffocating.

This Blondie wasn't to be messed with, I can already sense the danger within him from miles. Another shiver traveled up my spine. "Nikolai Vladimir." He smirked introducing himself; my throat went dry as dust. I stare at him wide eyed, not believing I'm in the present of the Russian Mafia boss. He has been labeled Vince swore enemies on Tv, newspapers, magazines and billboards, but since I've never seen him. His photos in those news, did no justice to this beauty in front of me. Such a beautiful dangerous creature. I have a feeling, no scratch that. I know he kills with no remorse whatsoever, and I have a vague feeling I was his target. Well I hope not the killing part, but I was still his t

Very excAllen t, I allow you to call me by my name when there are no strangers around. Once more, she was at a loss for words. Why should she bother accepting such a privilege when it was completely pointless to do so? Wills Waltson had already made his escape by this point, so she could no longer pursue him. She sat up straight and readjusted her dress, which was almost entirely visible due to the open back. She had the strangest feeling that she had escaped some kind of catastrophe alive. What did Nicky say was true that this man indeed was a wolf.

“What does Nickolas have to do with any of this mess?” Enzo’s eyes softened, his voice becoming quieter and more gentle. “You said that in your dreams, a lady constantly calls you Nickolas, right?” he said. I nodded, confirming the memory, and he continued. “When I was just a child, I had a very close friend named Nickolas. He was my first real love. He was… different, special and unique. I promised him under a bright full moon that I’d make him my mate as soon as I was old enough to do so. But my father found out he was a Vengas. My father brutally killed him, Noah, him and his entire family. I thought he was completely gone forever. But now, with your mysterious dreams, with what tragicall

said Nick as he facepalmed himself and leaned back on his chair. Nick grumbled as he reluctantly opened the email he'd received last night. He was bracing himself to stand up and calling his subordinate agent, ask L for help in looking for additional material this other damn thing when he saw that was very legit but he called another number because he knew that he was going to try to steal the news. So instead, a smile crept up on his face, as he began to dial Dark number. "Hello," Dark answered while greeted him on the call while doing something else. yeah, the always cheat the multi-tasker

Wilbur laughed. This foreign guy would not expect Wilbur to have access to a world-class network of information and an elite hacker as well. The years he spent leading the Abyss Mercenaries would not have gone so smoothly otherwise. Just then, Wilbur smiled. "Santiago Tivella. You're involved in various scams around the world, and there's a warrant for your arrest. Are you trying to start something new again in Dasha now? Just tell us the truth. What do you want from Cindy this time?"

Sutton continued, “we’ve traced the hacker. His name is Miles Miller, codename Ghost. He’s a known cybercriminal who specializes in data corruption and corporate espionage.” “Currently staying at the Metropolitan Hotel under a false name, with a considerable sum of money recently deposited into an offshore account linked to him. Money that came from an account we’ve traced back to you, Nicole,” Luca added. Sutton looked at him, surprised. He had been a busy boy. The room was completely silent now, all eyes fixed on Nicole. She looked cornered, desperate. “You bitch,” she hissed at Sutton. “You think you’re so clever? You think this means anything?”

All because of Nick. He is therapy.