Human Nick Wilde Novels & Stories

This one looks more like Wendy and their mother. “Yvonne!” Wendy groans making me chuckle. “I’m Wade, Yvonne’s twin,” he says, stepping up to me and shaking my hand. He may be the youngest son, but the look he gives me is no less protective of his sister than Yorick’s. “I’m Hacker.” “Is that your real name?” Yvonne asks me. “No, it’s a codename. In our line of work, it’s better if people don’t know your real name. It makes it harder for them to find you.”

" I remind you that we have been locked up in a mafia for months. It's obviously not a game. "Then shut your mouth." "Thomas, you heard what he told me!" she complains to her bodyguard and he looks at Trevor. - Leave her alone. He rolls his eyes and we look at Nick as he waves us over. It is very strange that it took him so long to hack the system, he is one of the best in the world, if not the best. Ryder couldn't have wiped out a couple of cameras and disappeared from earth without Nick knowing. I go over to the laptop.

Killian chuckled, "Yes, Yifa . Also, you don't have to worry about that because I'm here now, I'll help you.* Yifa tried to control the blush on her cheeks but the way Killian 's eyes sparkled with mischief, she knew that Killian saw it already. Yifa ignored him and just looked at the papers all over the desk, trying to keep herself busy. Killian chuckled before clearing his throat, "So, here is the case I was talking to you about. A rogue stole from a well-known shop and his appearance caused an uproar which injured a lot of people in the process of catching him.

He hadn't seen it coming, hadn't believed it was possible, right up until it was already done. "You think I don't know what you'd do the moment you walked out that door." Matthew's voice was barely above a whisper. That was always when he was most dangerous. When the volume dropped. "You'd go straight to Zane. Trade my location for whatever reward he's offering. Use my prisoner as your exit strategy." Nick opened his mouth. His face was disfigured with pain and he was paper white with no other color. The crack was sharp and final. Nick dropped. His body hit the floor and stayed there. He was entirely still, crumpled against the base of the wall like something discarded. His chest never rose

He went back to the bathroom and closed the door after him. His slender arms and pale, white body lingered in my thoughts as I moved to the table to grab a cigar. “Fvck." I muttered softly as I sparked the cigar right away. "Why is that on my mind?" I whispered, taking a drag from my cigarette as the door slowly opened. I exhaled slowly as Nick entered the room, masking my feelings while I focused on his white legs up to his thigh. Even with the short boxers and the white shirt he had on them, I still couldn't look away from him as I took a drag.

In a skyscraper downtown, only one office remained illuminated. Nathan Reed stared at his monitor, eyes shining with excitement. "Razen!" He practically shouted. "Do you know who's back?" Then his expression collapsed. "Oh no." He buried his face in his hands. "My number-two ranking is finished." Across the room, Razen Valdis sat calmly in his chair. He barely glanced up. "Who?" Nathan pointed frantically at the screen. "V." "The number-one hacker in the world." "He disappeared five years ago and just logged back in."

"Don't call me that! I am nothing more to you than a paycheck, and now I know it." "Harley, for the love of my sanity. Please tell me what the hell you are talking about?" My chest heaves, my heart pounds, and I clench my fists as I try to pour as much acid as possible behind my words. "Nick, I know everything; I saw you with my father in his pack, take the money for my bounty, accept the FBI badge and shield, and shake his cold-blooded hand." I stopped to catch my breath, and Nick came toward me. "Don't touch me

What bothered Orlando was the urge to beat up those men insulting Thelma, but he wondered why did he feel the need to do that for a stranger he would see only for a night? “And please welcome my friend, your friend, the better son and the people’s guy… Nicholas Hosea Chester!” The MC exclaimed after Orlando and Thelma stepped on the stage. People clapped and whistled a lot, some even threw money on the aisle Nicholas would walk on as a sign of worship. Screams erupted inside the halls as Nick stood up from his seat at a different corner form the VIP section reserved for his family. Thelma wondered if he was actually Ivan senior son or just a representative because of his simple clothes and h

A wild, broken sound echoed through the hall. "Ha… ha ha ha ha… Karma… it's all karma!" He'd lost his mind. Just then, the grand doors of the hall swung open. Someone had called the police. A line of uniformed officers strode in, their presence slicing through the chaos. The lead officer climbed onto the stage and held up a warrant. "Nick Wheaton," he announced, "you are under arrest for multiple counts of premeditated murder and corporate fraud." Nick didn't resist. He only sat there, vacant-eyed, still laughing to himself.

“And?” “It’s registered under an alias—a fake ID, fake registration, but the name attached to the payments for the vehicle… Sir, it’s tied to a man named Nick Murray.” I froze. The name hit me like a fist. I remembered it too clearly—a fleeting mention months ago, back when all of this began. When Helena claimed Caden had been involved with a hitman after she did her own digging and was worried about Scarlett’s safety. We’d did some digging ourselves on this supposed hitman. I’d seen Nick Murray written next to a redacted contact ID, brushed it off as a mere coincidence. We assumed it was another Nick Murray after we reached out to the man directly.