Nicholas Bella Author Novels & Stories

' 'Everyone is good, kiddo misses you and guess what? 'Tell me you know I don't like surprises.' 'Fine, I might be going on a date I think.' 'Huh?" 'Surprise right.' 'Totally with Bella?' 'Ho..how did you know?' 'The great Nicholas stutters' I laughed. 'Seriously how?' 'I do pay attention and she happens to be the only lady at work you can't stop gushing about.' 'I do?' 'Yes Nic' I sighed 'Anyways I would be taking her out I hope it works out.'

"The big deal is that you're scheming something. You gave the girl two options. Wayne Bellingerre or Nicko. Did she pass your little test?" "Something like that. You see, I have found a way not to be the antagonist in this narrative. In Nathan's absence, I would have eventually become the antagonist. I can't afford to because Nicko is my CEO. We can't be separated. Heaven help us all if he's raised by Wayne and he turns out to be more of a Bellingerre than a Bale! Besides, with Nathan here, he can be the antagonist. He has the authority to say no and it will hold water compared to me saying no."

CHAPTER 2 BELLA "Fifteen minutes to the Stop in Honeyville, folks," said the loud voice that woke me up. Jacob was still asleep,his head snuggled on my lap."I promise to make things so much better for you,Jakey. I will not let anyone ever hurt us again." I whispered to him while running my fingers through his hair. As we got off the bus, my jaw hung in awe.The only words that came to mind were WOW! WOW! WOW! I looked over to Jacob,and his once scared looking eyes were gleaming with excitement. I smile down at him and go in for a hug."Welcome to our new home town Jakey" I tell him. This town is truly beautiful. It oozes a positive and happy vibe I never thought I would bear witness to. Every

She stepped inside. Nicholas Vance looked up from his desk. Thirty-seven years old. Six feet one inch of sharp jawlines, dark hair swept perfectly off his forehead, and eyes so deep brown they looked black in certain light. He was, objectively speaking, the most attractive man Emma had ever seen. She had been aware of this fact for eight years. She had also, for eight years, refused to let it matter. "Emma," he said. "The Astral Industries contract. I need the revised draft by noon. And cancel my 3:00 PM. I'm having lunch with the Minister of Trade instead. Reschedule the marketing presentation to Thursday. Also — "

“We have a war on our hands and Carlos knows every one I work with except for you, this is your chance Caroline, if you want to continue to be kept safe, you will do it.” “Do what? And why? If you wanted me dead Luca, I would not even be here but you have a conscience no matter how much you want to pretend, and that Bella of yours, her heart is even bigger than my ass, I would not have cared for her as much as she does for me. “Bella is good, she will hate to have blood on her hand and that’s what makes her special, she wants you safe.” I lied Bella never wanted anyone dead until now and I will fulfil her wish.

But Bella still hadn’t come back. I turned a corner and saw a door slightly open. I pushed it gently to find that it was Nicholas’s study. The floor was dark wood and the chairs were leather with a large mahogany desk sitting pretty in the center. Books lined the walls and framed photos filled the shelves. I was pulled in by curiosity to know which pictures they were, so I stepped inside slowly, running my fingers across the books. One shelf in the corner caught my eye. There was a silver picture frame behind a glass paperweight. I reached for it.

“Whoa, wait. What’s going on?” “Simple, I came to have sex with you. I don’t think I need to remind you that we’re married.” “I know that, but…” “I brought condoms with me if that’s what you’re worried about.” “So does this mean…” “You talk too much,” She pulled him back for another kiss. The next day… “I have a weird question to ask,” Nicholas said. “Weird is better than stupid.” “I don’t mean to be rude, but has your sister ever been diagnosed as being bipolar?”

And suddenly Bella's strange behavior makes a whole lot more sense. She's still tense as hell as she clears her throat, then responds with her voice oddly strained. "Yeah, right, yesterday. Did you find that book you were looking for, on, what was it, the propagation of European Medieval societal hierarchy into the American colonies?" I follow their exchange with a near sick kind of glee on the inside, while I hope that my pleasant smile on the outside doesn't look like a shark ready to go for his helpless prey. I seem to be doing a good

It was as if I lost my voice because of his shouting. "I'm sorry for shouting at you. I didn't mean to," he apologized. I just gave him a smile in response. "Look... I didn't know Zylia was experiencing that in school. That's also one of the reasons I need you... she needs a mother figure like you, Rosetta," Nicholas said softly. "Why me? You know—" "Because I can see that you're a good person. I can't trust anyone. I can't find a woman like you," he interrupted me.