Nicholas Nickleby Novel Novels & Stories

​ “Is that a good idea, Portia? The smell would fill the whole room. Let’s order something easier to eat, but I’ll make sure there’s fried chicken for you too.” ​ “Okay then. See you at 8 pm., Nicholas.” ​ “See you at 8.” Nicholas hung up and let a smirk play on his lips. This time, he wouldn’t let his prey slip away. ​ Over the past three months, Nicholas had learned a lot about Portia. She wasn’t high-maintenance like he had first thought. She rarely wore luxury brands, opting for common mall brands instead, and she drove a regular car, which was quite affordable. Despite her family being worth hundreds of millions, she lived nothing like a wealthy heiress.

Basically, this book will all be about the old generation, way before Zane and Nicholas were born. Nicholas will leave at 9 am since he only came because he missed his wife. He could have simply had someone give the list to him but the man used it as an excuse to be with her. Alas, he would have stopped by even without any excuse, even if there was no list to give, being with his wife was enough excuse that he would go opposite the direction of his destination.

The fork slipped slightly in her fingers. Granny’s stories flashed through her mind—the screaming matches, the mistresses he’d bring home, the way Nicholas’s mother deteriorated slowly over the years. Her throat felt dry. Nicholas pushed his food around with his fork. “Don’t pity me,” he said firmly, still avoiding her gaze. “I’ve lived my entire life surrounded by pity. I don’t need yours.” “I’m not pitying you,” Rachel said quietly. “You have everything as an adult. I should pity myself instead.”

Madox raised an eyebrow in his direction. -I don't remember you batting that way buddy. I always thought you had a thing for voluptuous women. Nicholas let out a laugh and pulled the omega back and kissed his cheek. He must not have been past 25, with slightly curly brown hair and big green eyes. Small freckles adorned his face. -As you can see, life is a handkerchief of surprises and I've found something interesting– he smiled with pleasure, –You never know where you might find the love of your life.

He’d already faxed and scanned and emailed all of the relevant financial documents back to his office in Manhattan, and Luke had confirmed receipt of them within seconds of Nicholas sending them off. So now, all Nicholas had to do was wait. He turned another page in the book, finding himself lost in a world that was not his own. It was wonderful to escape for a few moments, and he promised himself that he would do this more often. He'd forgotten the simple pleasure of reading. The pages turned quickly under his fingers until he reached a new chapter where a certain character named Molly appeared. And then, Nicholas’ concentration was shot. His mind went to the only Molly he’d ever known.

Nicholas snarled in a pit of anger, squeezing the thin and frail neck of Barbara so that her feet were slowly elevating from the ground. "STOP! LET HER GO!" I shouted, grabbing his arm. My distressed voice echoed in the hall. Tingles and sparks flew on my skin as soon as I touched him but I ignored it. He closed his eyes and harshly pulled out his hand from me, moving away from me. I quickly looked down at Barbara who coughed and gasped for air while on the floor helplessly. I cannot believe that Nicholas hurt the old woman. This man was really good at proving all the names commoners have on him.

The Lawyers started to read the will of George to the couple and they were happy at the beginning but through the reading their faces changed from thrilled to angry. “What, is that all the assets my brother has, no you must be mistaken because my brother is a fucking billionaire and you know it “ Nicholas stood up and started to pace around the room, his world is coming down and he cannot believe it, George is broke but he has money , more money than he can live off for the rest of his life, he doesn’t understand what is happening . “No, no impossible that can’t be all right, there has to be more than that, how are we going to take care of that girl with this peanuts, please get the other pa

I said, my eyes blazing with fury and he must have seen that because he smiled and dropped my hand. “There I let you go,” Nicholas said and thrust his hand inside his pocket while he kept holding my book in his hand. “The book,"I said but instead of putting it down, Nicholas flipped the book open. It's actually one of my favourite books which I enjoyed so much. I even used to write out some pointers after completing each chapter. I don't want him to see that. It will be pointless trying to get it from him, he won't hand it over easily. The best I can do now is to distract him from reading the book.

It was unsufferable, Nicholas thought back about the days when he was nothing but a lad, mocked and pushed around, how he felt, even he didn’t think much of himself, along the way, he was met with several paths, ones which even he knew that would him to lose whatever self-recognition he had left, some suggested that he should indulge himself in all the pleasures and live a carefree life since he didn’t have any responsibilities but that wasn’t what he desired, if anything, he wanted a more temperate life, with a goal he believed in, one that gave him a place and gave the nothingness that was his life a meaning, when he couldn’t find that anywhere, he got sick of his life, of his existence, w

Casual and clipped, with zero breathiness. “Simon Yates.” Nicholas snatches up the bundle, two loose leaves dropping on his desk. “I thought so. Why would he… oh god.” My stomach sinks, my smile fading. “What’s wrong?” “He’s—this is the deed for the land he poached from me. Remember? Months ago?” Nicholas flips the packet over and back, then pulls the ribbon loose and tosses the olive branch in his waste paper basket. His forehead creases as he thumbs through the papers, searching for a trick. Any trick. Any sign of a cruel joke.