Jade By Nikolai Novels & Stories

“Wow. I mean. I knew she had a rough past, but I didn’t think she had… I mean. She always seems so high and mighty about the mate bond.? Are you certain?” I can’t help myself, and I let out a snort. The thought of Nikita actually caring about the mate bond is funny to me. “Right. The woman who demanded that if I’m mated to her son, we must reject each other?” “I don’t mean this to be mean… But aren’t you low in your pack? And don’t you steal things?” Jade’s eyes aren’t judgemental. Which I think makes me feel even worse, because she is right. I am a nobody, a low-level thief.

Jade appeared as a small baby by how mom kissed her forehead and whispered prayers of quick recovery for her. Jade is a daredevil. She overcame hell and escaped a life others would prefer to run away from. Running away simply states the fact that they would commit suicide. But Jade expertly got out of it. She wrote her own fate and started from a point no one can consider surpassing. I am certain she will overcome this too. "Shh, it's okay, Natalie. Don't worry yourself." Dad joined her as he held mom providing his support to her restless heart. "Jade is a warrior. She will heal sooner."

“It’s not every day you see someone who owns a green imperial jadeite because it’s one of the rarest gemstones in the world. And that’s what you are—my own one-of-a-kind Jadeite, my precious gemstone—and there’s only one of you for me in this world. Only one Jade, rare and second to known. You could be broken in so many ways, and you’ll still be the most precious gem in my sight.” She blinks, her lips trembling, and I watch her try to find back her tears. “There are so many people who claim to be nobles; there’s always an Arya everywhere you turn. You don’t just turn and happen to come across a Jadeite anywhere and everywhere. You are rare, Jade. You are precious, my broken gem that’s still

She'd cried at the end, had allowed herself to be vulnerable just for some seconds before the devil in her came back alive. Jade was mine. I was going to keep her or kill her. No one will ever get within an inch of her except me. I'd given her an ultimatum, but with the way she'd spoken those horrible words, I knew there was a hundred percent chance that she wouldn't take my offer. Jade was a leader, and she acted every bit like one. If she was an Alpha_I chuckled at the thought_, she'd probably would have torn my head off. I definitely won't have gotten anywhere near that perfect skin of hers.

Each of my words had its raise of anger on it. He was not surprised by my outburst, he was just willing to annoy me willingly and it was working, I always take everything about Jade seriously and he knew that was my only weakness. "I just call that poor girl who she is. She is nothing but a gold digger, she wants your money, not you. When will you realize how bitchy she is?! When will you realize how different you both are? When will......"

His mother was a witch from a very powerful clan and father a werewolf making him a hybrid in our pack that's why he was too thrown out by Adrian along with me. "Let's forget it here Alex.Its going to pain you and more to Jace.Today we have a shipment coming from Moscow.Nicholai is not someone,we should mess up with."Chase reminds me of our deal of illegal opium with Nicholai Chekhov,the Russian Mob boss and a hard nut.

I knew I should wait for the real thing, but the way my Jade was this morning, it could take a little longer than I wanted. He was in the palm of my hand. I needed to hold him, without cracking his shell. That fucking beautiful soft shell of his that he liked to portray as if it were a hard rock. But I knew my Jade. He was still the same, only…better. He was back to how he had been at the start of things, only…stronger. I liked the control he put up. I enjoyed the balance he had created. Seeing him up close, thrice now, I was sure I hadn’t imagined what I told Clementine about.

Nikolai I sit at the edge of my bed and I keep running my fingertips gently over Adrian’s jawline as I watch him sleep. He fell asleep a while ago after crying his eyes out. Damn! He's such a crybaby. And he looks so cute while he cries and sniffles. I don't blame him, I can't blame him. I believe him. Zorya is capable of doing all that. If she could threaten to kill her daughter, she can definitely murder someone else.

it would never be enough. And then Nikolai made that sound. Not pain. Not agony. A low, guttural moan that hit me straight between my thighs. Fuck. Zaqriel froze. His mouth pulled away, lips slick, chin streaked with crimson, chest rising like he’d run through hell itself. His eyes snapped upward, bloodshot and savage. And Nikolai… Nikolai’s eyes glowed gold, molten, burning. “Believe me now?” His voice broke on the whisper, cracked with both victory and ruin.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.