Jack Nichols Character Novels & Stories

Nicholas sat down in the weird-looking room, and he couldn’t wait to be out of it. It looked like something out of the junkyard. "How can I help you, Mr. Nicholas?" Jack asked, ready to get the meeting over and done with. He had other things to bother with than a man who had abandoned his supposed wife. "Nothing much; I just came to appreciate you for your help. I learned how much you have helped Mary in my absence, and this is just a little token to show it." Nicholas said. He removed an envelope from his pocket and slid it toward Jack.

But only if she still wanted the job, and she agreed. Nicholas Jacobs was in the hospital fighting for his life, and as he laid there thinking about his past, he resigned himself to accept his fate, that if he died tonight, saving his niece, Clara had been his life’s purpose after all, and he could make peace with that. Nathan was holding a vigil outside the Operating Room. As soon as he got his daughters settled for the night, he and his wife, Emelia, rushed to the hospital to see how his brother was. He wanted to be there in case he needed more blood or moral support.

He thought about Emma's hand in his, her steady presence, her unwavering faith in him. "I think I'm finally out," Nick said. "But I'm afraid of falling back in." Dr. Chen nodded. "Then we'll make sure you don't." Nick looked at her. "How?" "By reminding you of who you are. You are not the boy in the basement. You are not your father. You are Nicholas Vance — husband, father, survivor. You are the man who chose to heal. You are the man who chose to love. And you are the man who will choose to show up for his daughter, every single day."

She was one of Drago's most trusted soldiers and hence was trusted enough to spy on the Baldocchi family. She has stayed in touch since then and kept me informed about Nicholas. I knew his life as if I had lived it with him. Nicholas didn’t know who I was, even after his futile background checks. But I…I knew everything about him. And that was how I was going to destroy him.

Joe whispered, "Why did you kill them? What if this causes an uproar?" "Mere cops don't matter," replied the man, his voice distorted by a voice changer. Joe nodded. "That's true. Our master will take care of it." As the masked man stayed silent, he continued, "Debra and Marion came to see me today, but I didn't say a word. Mr. Nichols is murdered by them. I'll need our master's help to win back Juan and reorganize the Nichols Group. That's the only way I can pay back Mr. Nichols."

Promised it would end with the girl who set it all in motion. And then he met her. Soft-spoken. Stubborn. Brave. Chloe. The girl with too much light in a world like his. And now—now that he had every reason to kill her—he’d walked away. Because in that moment, it wasn’t Isaac’s face he saw when he aimed the gun. It was hers. And he couldn’t pull the trigger. Nicholas stared out the windshield, the city blurring by. A part of him raged—furious at himself for hesitating, for betraying his brother’s memory. But the other part… the one he’d spent years burying beneath ice and revenge?

The thought that it could have been him in that lifeless state irks him. Nicholas wants to vent his anger but there is nothing to vent it on. He feels so weak and powerless now that the physician had left his judgement behind. Hoot's knocks on the door. "Who is that?" Nicholas turns in anger to the door. "It's me my Lord," Hoot's replies. "You may come in," Nicholas says. "I hope you met Wahika and that there is no excuse this time around, because I will go get her myself if you didn't," Nicholas paces around the room as he vents.

The figure stepped in casually, dressed too clean for a place that stank of blood and power. “Yes,” he said, stepping into the low light. “Nicholas is my little boy helping me out,” the Old Shit said smugly from behind him. Kachi stared, eyes wide. “Nicholas… how could you? Your sister doesn’t even know you’re here, betraying her like this.” Nicholas shrugged, his smile crooked. “I’m not betraying her. I’m protecting her. I’ll destroy the Davenports, every last one of them.”

Stefan was one of few people Nikaulas actually listened to. After talking to Stefan, Nikaulas talked to his dad and told him that he will deal with the matter himself. However, the ship had already sailed. Nichelle had fled with Zac. Christoph sent his men to bring them back. In the game of chase, Zac's car met a fatal accident. Zac died on the spot, Nichelle lived but at a cost. She lost her baby and her mental stability. However, she retained her hatred for her parents. Nikaulas brought her to Netherlands to keep her from harms' way and get the best treatment in the best hospital.

For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t trembling because I was prey. I was the hunter. From my hiding spot, I spotted her. Mila. She stood by the bar in a sleek red dress, laughing too loudly, hanging on Nick’s every movement like she wasn’t the reason I had almost died. Every time someone offered their condolences, she clutched her chest and whispered about how “tragic” it was. I wanted to claw that fake sympathy off her face. But instead, I waited. Nick and Josh moved through the crowd like grieving royalty. My brother had his shoulders squared, jaw tight, playing the role of the strong Beta. Nick… his mask was better. He smiled when people spoke, nodded when they toasted him, but I saw his