Nica Pierce Novels & Stories

Pearl's POV As Nicole sashayed through the doorway, her bright blue eyes sparkled with confidence, and her face radiated an air of pride. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, accentuating her slender, yet curvy figure. "I just have to find the right time to make my move, and I think it's today," she declared, her voice husky with seduction. "He won't be able to resist me when I seduce him with this gorgeous, sexy body of mine. No one can."

I asked, already knowing the answer—hoping I was wrong. Cainebrielle was supposed to be neutral ground. Owned and guarded by wolves. No supernatural violence. No strigoi vendettas. It was sacred, protected by blood and law. “No, Master,” Nikolas said. “She isn’t here. Nicole has been sedated—we’re bringing her to the mansion now.” He paused. “Do you want me to pick up the young Miss Pierce?” “Yes,” I said immediately. “Go to Cainebrielle. Find her. Bring her to my house. Now.”

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

This is the nicest space I’ve been in since packing all my bags and moving out to California. When I got the text from my agent—AKA my best friend Riley—to meet Monica Masters in an hour, I didn’t believe it at first. Monica is the right-hand woman to music icon: Nash Pierce. I thought this meeting might give me the opportunity to be one of the dancers on his upcoming world tour. It turns out, what Monica wants from me is a bit more complicated.

“Because I already asked for her hand in marriage.” “That’s impossible!” Tanya shot to her feet, her face flushed red. I glanced at her—and smirked. Nicolai’s gaze shifted to her, uninterested. “And you are?” “I—I’m her sister,” she said quickly, forcing a syrupy smile as she approached. “Tanya Pierce. We’re just… confused. Nova was selected by Kieran through the lottery, so how exactly could you—” “Who said I chose her through the lottery?” She faltered.

"Just perform your hit territory single, 'Alpha Instinct.'" Nia teeters right on the edge of a total mental breakdown. That hit record belonged to an entirely different rogue singer—released under Nia's celebrity name after his ascent to media fame, purely for mafia profit. His entire musical reputation was built on total fabrication, every past performance merely elaborate lip-syncing behind a microphone. The prospect of singing live before countless critical wolves spelled certain catastrophe for his career. Oblivious to his deep distress, Haley beams with satisfaction and barks to the technicians, "Cue Nia's backing track right now!"

Nica glanced at me as if she wanted to say something but restrained herself. “You really want to locate them?” She asked as she looked back at the road. I bite my lip, nodding at her. “Greyson won't be happy if he will know we're following him,, especially in his work. We could ruin his plan.” “We'll just follow them, I'm not going to do anything bad or weird.” “Okay fine. I'll locate him for you.” She said, smiling at me deviously. “You can locate him?” “Of course, you forgot that I am Nica Patterson, the well-known investigator in this state.” She said, proudly flipping her hair. I laughed at her with a mix of hope.

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.

“And don't you dare lie to me. I won't appreciate that.” “Promise not to use it against me,” she begged. “I'll try my best, I'm not one to carry grudges around.” She sniffed, wiping her tears away. A feeling of relief washing over her body. “My name is Cara Pierce, daughter of Alexander McQueen and wife to Jason Pierce.” The new look on his face told her that he was quite familiar with that name. Spending 100 million dollars in one night meant that he was almost in the same class as her.

I don't waiver as he stares me down, not givinga shit about looking him in the eyes anymore. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you want beating?" He challenges me, and I maintain eye contact and glare at him intensely.""I am Nadia Pierce, and did you forget that I could kick your ass anytime I wanted?" "Not without your wolf you can't." "Then I guess you better hope that I don't get her back anytime soon. We continue our stare down, and Alarik finally