Nash Wyatt Novels & Stories

“I just said I wasn’t leaving.” “No?” Nessa arches a brow, swinging her head around to glare right back at him. “Then what was the whole,” she deepens her voice, imitating Chase’s, “get out of my way or I’ll physically remove you.” Rolling her eyes, she turns back to me, throwing her thumb over her shoulder. “Total caveman, this one.” Chase groans in frustration, slumping back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. The poor guy looks so damn despondent- how can I stay mad at him when he’s this pitiful?

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

My throat gets dry so I gulp some more whiskey. I can't go through this every day. I am turning into a maniac. Like a crazy old cat lady. "Ethan. I love you but I love me more. I am sorry. Sorry for," I wipe the tears from my cheeks. I feel a sharp sting as my tears touch my bleeding knuckles. Fucking salt in tears. “Ethan, listen carefully. I, Alpha Ryan Damison," I gulp down more whiskey as I need balls for what I am going to say next.

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

I swallowed and the toy kept buzzing, my cunt clenching around nothing, wetness leaking down my ass crack onto the couch cushion. “I can refuse,” I said, the words coming out thicker than I wanted. “You can send them or you can not.” “I’m not sending shit if you take the deal,” Nash said. He didn’t move the phone. “I direct tonight. I take a cut of whatever this stream and the Fansly page pull. Files stay on my phone. You keep going. You smile. You do what I tell you. Or you gamble.”

Pick your poison: Lose Control ~ Teddy Swims Neon ~ Livingston Architect ~ Livingston Shane The walls are closing in, reality and dream collide as I glare at the closed door that served as a barrier between me and the witch who has enchanted my soul from the very fucking beginning. It’s impossible to keep my breathing quiet as I struggle for air. She’d hear my rasps, my gulps, if not for the running water. Gripping my chest, gravity yanks and I fall to my knees.

A sense of security and peace shattered within me, knowing that my own boyfriend loathed me because I did not have a wolf. “You lied to me.” I sniffled meekly as my cheeks stained with my own tears. Hearing my accusation, Nash advanced towards me, pinning me against the wall. “I didn’t lie to anyone. You were the only one foolish to believe that I would throw away my dignity and potential over a weakling like you.” he said, holding my chin in place with his strong grasp. “That’s enough of you, now you have to listen to me.” “I, Nash Dawson, future Alpha of Nascent Moon Pack, reject you, Kate Harris as my mate and future Luna.” he declared, stabbing my heart with his words.

Hell, I could probably finish just from the way she’s pressed against me. She feels it too. My length hardens beneath my jeans, and her hips roll forward in response, slow and deliberate. Taunting me like a fucking dare. Laughter erupts downstairs, the sound rolling up through the floorboards along with someone shouting about the number one pick. The party is for Nash Walker—heir to Ironclaw Pack, my best friend, the guy who just got drafted first overall in the NHL this afternoon. The whole pack is downstairs celebrating him, drinking his beer and chanting his name like he’s already a legend. And I’m up here in his father’s office with his sister wrapped around my waist, about to betray him

All he could think about was Caroline and how her feelings would be hurt if he ever did anything sexual with another woman. “I wish I could just talk to you, Caroline,” Wyatt whispered to himself, driving into the parking garage of his building. “Maybe you wouldn't think I'm crazy for being interested in Lily after all. I just don't know.” After parking, he hopped out of his Lamborghini and headed into his building. He had exactly one minute to spare before his meeting started. * * * Wyatt closed the door to his office. His meeting with the investors had gone really well, putting him in a great mood. He kicked his feet up on the desk and put his hands behind his head. There were little momen

We may not make it to the bar if you keep that up. Then you won’t get to see me get a lap dance. A nearly naked woman pressed up against me, tit to tit. Her clit only inches away from mine. And then I’m going to hug her and with my scent on her, she’s going to go dance for you. Wyatt motioned for the artist working on his chest to stop and then he stood up and took a few steps to where his mate lay, her tattoo freshly finished. He leaned down and trapped her between his arms and kissed her.