Human Nick Wilde Novels & Stories

Her voice was sharp, demanding. I rubbed my temple. “I can’t tell you that yet.” Her eyes flashed. “Victor—” “I need you to trust me.” I leaned closer. “There are things at play here that you don’t understand. If I tell you everything right now, you’ll become a target. “Wait,” she said, her voice laced with disbelief. “Who is Nick?” I exhaled, knowing this was the moment everything would start unraveling. “Nick is a man who worked for Stratos Corp.”

In addition, he is also the leader of the number one mafia clan in the underworld of Metronine and several states of America and Europe--Gold Dragon. He was feared, even when he rarely showed himself. However, when it comes to women, Nicholas tends to be blind and deaf, especially since he fell in love with Josephine Jade, a woman he slept with once and then disappeared, six years ago, only to reappear recently. "She slapped me," Nicholas replied angrily. Carlos was stunned. Nicholas was slapped? "Nic, tell me, have you secured her body?" asked Carlos panicked. "Did you do it in the McKenzie manor area? Did grandpa Troy know?"

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

NICK ZANDER Born under ‘WISE’, he came from the alternate life of Chikyuu under the star of Virgo, to who possess the ability of a wise General, but a hard-headed doll added with the instinct of the 'Tiger' as a fused aggressive Chimera serving their God. Seeking knowledge with his thirst to find out the origin of the loops, he soon finds himself trapped into the perfect cube he created, which leads him into the arms of the maiden that encircle them all into the tragic fate and wants of their played life and unfortunate destiny.

Not quite as large as Jake's motorhome, but still counted as a colossus among Level 5 rigs. The window rolled down, revealing a rugged, weathered face. The man looked to be in his thirties, his right eye hidden behind a thick fringe of hair, his left eye sharp and alert. He nodded toward Jake, then pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, holding one out. "Hey, nice ride, man. Name's Gavin Wilde." Gavin Wilde? Something stirred in Jake's memory. He'd seen that name on the regional channel before, called "the Wild One" — a notable figure among the lone players, known for sharing intel freely, no strings attached.

Star told me. Following her every instruction, I could feel myself being pulled along by feelings of anger and pain. It was as if I was standing on an escalator and when I reached the end, I saw everything. I saw Uncle Nick cuffed to a chair, silver cuffs restraining him and his wolf. An open wound on the crown of his head leaking down his face as his head tilted forwards. There was a man in the corner of the room, at first he was standing in the shadows, so I was unable to identify him. It was during their conversation I realized it was Jason that was responsible. He had forced this man to aid him in his sick and twisted revenge fantasy, a game that Uncle Nick had now become an unwilling pa

Leon's POV Walsh read the email twice. I watched him do it. The first time fast, the way you read something that surprises you. The second time slow, the way you read something you're trying to find a hole in. Then he looked up at me and I held his gaze and said nothing because I had learned a long time ago that the person who speaks first in a silence like this one loses it. Walsh looked at Nickie. She was standing beside me with her hand in mine and her face completely composed and I knew what it was costing her because I had watched her hold herself together in a hospital room at two in the morning and I knew exactly what her composed face looked like from the inside out.

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

As the police prepared to take the fake Adam away, he whispered in a trembling, desperate voice, "Mr. Arnold, please. For my mother's sake, can you let me go? I didn't mean it. I really didn't." Dad frowned and coldly asked, "And who is your mother?" The fake Adam hesitated, then muttered almost inaudibly, "My mother is Anne Hudson." I froze. A vague image flashed through my mind, and I stared at him again, trying to place the familiar contours of his face. Then, I realized who he was. … After I was born, Mom's health had always been fragile. She had a personal caregiver named Anne, who had looked after her for years.

“Mainly, your two lackeys were too careless and simple-minded. I don’t believe that a two hundred million stock could be handled by such incompetent people. There had to be someone intelligent giving them instructions from the shadows. I didn’t expect it to be Mr. Nick. As for how I was able to recognize you… Well, your sudden illness made me notice the tattoo on your right arm… The scorpion…” Few knew who Nick was, but he was an infamous leader; a respected person in the triad circle. He was cruel and ruthless. Once he had decided on something, he would stop at nothing to do it. Gu Mocheng had taken extensive and considerable time and effort to uncover all this information about him. “Howev