Nicholas Scratch Sabrina Novels & Stories

Indeed, I had loved Nicholas more than my own life. He had gone through a shift once before, and back then, I held him tightly without any regard for danger. I used everything I had to calm him down. Even when his claws tore into me and left me covered in wounds, I never once thought about letting go. That was why my scent could soothe him so effectively. Unfortunately, Nicholas had never realized it, and Whitney's instinct to retreat shattered his heart. Nicholas called Tobias, crying as he pleaded, "Daddy… I miss Mommy. Can you bring her home?"

It's embarrassing! "Are you sure about this?" Worry was still in his eyes. "I am," I affirmed, risking looking at my future groom, who at a fleeting moment, tugged the corner of his mouth into a smile. But no. Did he just… smirk? "Great," Nicholas said. "Shall we plan the details, Grandpa?" he added, guiding back my grandfather to his seat. Boy, I felt like I just dug my own grave like a very willing victim looking for her death.

ANIKA'S POV:- I was standing in the shower. But instead of washing my body, I was leaning with the wall and was crying my heart out. I did not know what I did, but I could clearly see that he was avoiding me. And as Alpha Thomas announced Adam as the next Alpha, I could not help but think where I was standing. The whole pack knew that Skylar was the future Luna. And of course, if Adam is the future Alpha, Skylar would be his mate. I wanted to ask him if he is planning to do that. It was very difficult but I knew as always I had to just accept my fate. Who cared if that fate would rip my heart out of my chest. But somewhere deep inside me, I knew he would never hurt me. He would fulfill his p

He went back to the bed and sat down, he turn his attention to the paper at the top of the side table, he grabbed it and saw that it was a letter coming from Bria. “Dart, I’m sorry if I haven’t said goodbye to you, I also don’t really want to say goodbye after what happened to us. Honestly, I don’t know what to feel, what to think or what I should do. All that matters to me now is that I will be with Dash, so whatever happened to us last night, please, forget it. It’s just one mistake we both preferred a one-night stand only. And I can’t reciprocate your love. You know Dash is the only person I love, and that will never change. I’m sorry. – Sabria.”

In the next few seconds, a loud booming sound rang out in the room and she saw the big ghost also falling. Her eyes were open long enough to see something sticking out of Sara’s chest and her snowy white nightgown stained red. “Scar.” “Scar.” She heard everyone, including Alan the tormentor calling her name over and over again in a worrisome voice but she could not answer them. And not once did she hear Sara’s voice in the mix. Over the next couple of weeks, the clan of Scathin battled for the lives of the two precious daughters of the chieftain.

“Never?” Nick continues to spill his sex life, or lack thereof, out to you. Not in a pitiful way, just matter-of-factly telling you that he wants all the normal sexual things that you thought everyone got, and he’s not getting them. It’s kind of like, instead of being desperate, he’s taking charge. He’s tried, but Bridget is just unwilling to do even the simple normal things like different positions, he doesn’t get a view of the action because she doesn’t want the lights on, they don’t do it anywhere but the bedroom, and when he finishes it’s only inside of her. No wonder he’s bored, and no wonder he’s looking elsewhere. You feel a little sorry for him, but he’s exciting you by being bold, a

But I learned a thing or two from the last occasions not to ponder on the things she says. I smiled my sweetest, "It's nice to see you again, Sacha. Where's Nikolai, aren't you with him?" There was no sign of Yulian's father and I was thankful for that. On the other hand, Carlos was giving me a funny look, he clearly despised the girl, he didn't even acknowledge her greeting.

This was their safe space. Andrei Morotov sat alone in a plush seat, surprisingly without a woman beside him that night. Samuel also sat quietly while Jackson enjoyed his bottle of beer, his mind consumed by thoughts of the woman who stirred both his body and mind—Sabrina Ocampo. She had been running through his head ever since he could remember.

"Somewhere no one would hear her scream." The cabin went quiet again. Marcus reached over and took my hand. His knuckles were still bruised from the fight with David. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was. That this was bigger than us now. Bigger than revenge or divorce settlements or black credit cards. This was a sixteen-year-old girl who had been stolen from her family. This was a sister who had sold herself to keep that girl alive.