Jack Nichols Character Novels & Stories

“I thought he used me. I thought I was nothing to him.” “No!” Zach snapped. “That was Chrysander. You saw Chrysander, not Nicholas. You should’ve trusted him enough to wait for the truth. God, Jules… he was dying without you.” I looked at Nicholas, who was staring at the floor like a man who had survived a war but left pieces of himself behind. He didn’t say anything—just let his friend’s words speak for him. I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask him why he didn’t come sooner. But maybe… just maybe, he really had been trying.

My body stiffened briefly, and my lips twitched a little as I said, "Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, it's true that my family isn't well off, but what does money have to do with character? You can look down on me all you want, but please don't insult my parents." Once I called them out, they finally held their tongues. I was just about to sit down again when Duncan splashed a glass of red wine all over me. "Nicholas, Jenny already gave you a chance to come clean, but it seems like you're just too proud to own up to it."

asked Yaacob. Yaacob had had enough. Ever since he got out of jail, he had been wearing a pleasant mask, pretending to be a noble gentleman and a flawless shrewd businessman. Even when he was going against Harrison, he had gained everyone's trust by pretending to be an elegant strategist. However, he almost lost control of himself when Nancy disappeared. Perhaps this was what Nancy had been waiting for the old him, who was ruthless and willing to risk everything for the sake of love. He never thought that, at his age, he would still do something foolish for a woman.