Monster Nicki Novels & Stories

Frankie: “Hello my Little Bee. How are you?” Nikki: “I am doing okay. I really miss you though.” Frankie: “I miss you too Little Bee. How was your first day of classes?” Nikki: “Surprisingly, they were good. Probably due in part to a new friend I made at orientation named Maisey. She’s actually a shifter from the Harvest Moon Pack in Arkansas.” Frankie: “That’s great, you’ve made a friend already. How was your first therapy session?” Nikki: “Doctor Wolfe is great. She is actually a member of the Desert Moon pack, so I don’t have to hide what I am during therapy.”

Marco said, guiding Sienna to the bench beside one of the boys. Missy hesitated at the edge, frozen. Then she felt a shift to her left. “Nico,” she heard someone say. She turned and saw him. He was leaning slightly forward in his seat, that usual coolness in his gaze. And yet something softened in his expression when he saw her. He nodded. That’s all it took. Her nerves exploded into butterflies, and without thinking, without hesitation, she broke into a grin. “Nickkkkk!” she squealed, practically bouncing over and wrapping her arms around him in a sudden hug.

His scent automatically calms me down. “Are you okay?" He asks with concern. “Is she okay? You mean, am I ok with the crazy bitch attacking me?" Mila protests. “Watch your mouth, Mila.” Nick growls, making her gasp. “Why are you speaking to me like that, Nick?" Mila asks, shocked that her little act is not working on Nick, and I smirk. “Because I know you, and I know you did something to provoke Mariah.” Nick says it coldly.

“You may as well know right now, my mother’s name is Andria Waterson. Although, I have asked Yuri not to call her that anymore. She was never a mother to me and she is the person who stole Nicky away from his father.” Complete silence fell in the room, then Yuri shrugged. “You can never pick your parents but thank God, Raven picked Nicky to watch over.” Sazon chuckled. “I’d say. She’s been his angel all this time.” Nicky wrapped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. “Watch her guys, she may be small, but she packs a powerful punch.” Looking over at Sazon, he told him, “You may be an MMA champion, but she will lay you out and still walk away.”

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Ingrid calls out. "Nickie?" Nick asked. I laughed. "Minaj." I mouthed to Nick and he smiles. "It rhymes with Annie. Now don't say you don't like it when I call you Nickie cos I'll take back my vote." Ingrid says. Nick laughs. "Okay boss." He salutes.

Oh God, I have missed her so much. "Well I have a surprise for you and I guarantee that it will put you in a perfect mood." Mike said and I almost laughed. Honestly, Mike is doing so much and I need to increase his pay. He has been so amazing during my absence and he deserves some appreciation. "What are you talking about?" She asked impatiently. "Just hold on, I need Nicholas to be here." Mike said and I wonder where Nicholas is. "Nicholas." He called again and I am beginning to lose my patience, I want to go in.

" She questioned Mrs Helen. After much ado, Mrs Helen opened up the door. She walked in as Mrs Helen held Nicky closer to her. "Wow, I missed the smell of this apartment." Nicky remarked ,sniffing the air, hands positioned in a meditating manner. "What happened to you?" Mrs Helen asked, surprised by her appearance. Nicky had gone pale and darker. A section of her hair was shaved; she wore an excessively laid eye shadow, and had acquired a golden tooth, now a member of the gang. Tattoos flooded her right arm, her bodily features were lost, and she had gone flat. She was dressed in all black which obviously housed a gun as it was visible, a black trouser and a black glove.

Urged on by Nick, she ran several red lights and sped all the way to the police station entrance. As soon as the car stopped, Nick opened the door and jumped out without hesitation, striding into the station. “Mr. Johnson, you’re here,” Vic said anxiously as he spotted Nick inside the station. “Where’s Wendy?” Nick scanned the area but didn’t see her. His voice dropped to a cold, commanding tone. The whole police station lobby fell silent the moment Nick spoke. In Los Angeles, there were few who didn’t know Nick—head of the powerful Brown Pack, a man of almost mythic stature.