Nicholas St North Novels & Stories

He Comes to the Gate Lucas's POV Nicholas came to the gate on a Thursday. He walked up the main approach road in broad daylight with no escort, wearing ordinary clothes and carrying nothing visibly threatening. Shannon, running the northern perimeter, spotted him from three hundred metres and linked Alena immediately. Alena linked me. I was at the gate before he reached it.

“World hunger starts somewhere, Nicholas.” His vision blurred for a second. The memory hit too hard. He took a slow breath. Steady. Controlled. Or at least pretending to be. Nicholas Rhodes did not go back inside. But he didn’t leave either. He stepped into the shadow of a closed bookstore across the street and stood there. Still. Silent. Watching. If anyone had passed by, they would have mistaken him for a man waiting for someone. And he supposed, in a way, he was.

Saint was about to look away grudgingly when Nicholas's towel lowered itself and then fell to the floor, revealing a tattoo. His gaze snagged on it before he could even stop himself. The tattoo rested low on Nicholas's back, directly above his waist. The design climbed the base of his spine in elegant black lines. Sharp points and sweeping curves intertwined around a narrow central shape that resembled a watchful eye. Thorn-like flourishes stretched outward before curling back in on themselves, giving the impression of something dangerous held barely under control.

The look on his face had been enough for Ethan to put two and two together—not because he was that good at reading people, but because he had always expected his cold, workaholic boss to be dumped sooner or later. “Probably her parents’ home, sir. Why do you ask?” Ethan had said. And that was how the decision about their destination had been made. Nicholas had nodded, sat up straighter, and said in a very serious voice, “Fine. To the Berkshires.” Twenty minutes later, Nicholas found himself standing outside the Berkshire residence, staring at the little paper bag in his hand and wondering what this strange feeling swirling in his chest was—a feeling that was keeping him from walking right in

Xavier said nothing more and simply went into the bathroom to clean himself up. Meanwhile, outside Ethan's apartment, which was guarded by twelve guards, a guest arrived. That person was Nicholas, carrying a plastic bag filled with various kinds of food. Although he was surprised by the guards standing near his friend's apartment unit, Nicholas didn't think too much of it and just walked casually towards his friend's residence. However, when he was about to approach, two guards stopped him. "Sorry, you are prohibited from approaching Mr. Ethan's apartment unit." Nicholas's eyes widened, "What? But ... why?"

said Nicholas seriously. Matheo rolled his eyes. "Is that true?" asked Matheo to confirm. Nicholas nodded, confirming Matheo's question. "Of course, so I ask you to prepare all the things for me there. Especially the accommodation, I want a place to live that faces the beach." said Nicholas Matheo nodded firmly. "Of course, of course. I will prepare all the things you need there. Do you need a comfort woman to accompany your worries?" Matheo teased Nicholas.

Whereas Nicholas is still standing confused and being trapped by the old women who is still holding his hand. "So tell me boy??" Granny asked.. "Umh, A.. Actually I have work and i was here to take her home but i guess party isn't over " Nicholas replied, and for the first time Naomi saw him stuttering and damn he look adorable.. Naomi tried to tell Granny to leave Nicholas and she will be okay if he goes although she wanted him to stay..

"According to an informant I assigned some time ago, Nicholas is the son of Robert Alistair, a British conglomerate. He currently holds the position of CEO at Alpha Beta, replacing Kenzi Maximilian, who is overseeing their subsidiary in London." Arthur nodded, then asked again, "So, what's the connection between Nicholas and Kimberly?" he inquired, confused. Mario sighed briefly before answering, "Kimberly is Nicholas's personal secretary. Not only that, but they recently had a very serious relationship. They even got engaged in London," Mario explained in detail.

“I’m doing well, thank you. And yourself?” “Couldn’t be better,” he chuckled as he released Corey’s hand, thin and small in comparison to his own. “I’m very excited to hear that you were able to procure a replacement for the recently deceased Mrs. Meriwether. She served me well for over two hundred years, God rest her sweet soul.” “Yes, sir, we were all very sad to see her go,” Corey replied, a distraught look plastered on his face, his voice ringing with lamentation. St. Nicholas shook his head slowly from side to side, his great white beard rippling as he did so. After a moment, he regained his composure and asked, “When will Ms. Fizzlestitch be arriving?”

"I'll be back tomorrow evening." "I'll be waiting for you." I smiled. He looked at me for a second in the dark like he wanted to say something else. Then he left. I lay there listening to the apartment settle around the quiet he'd left behind and thought about the fact that Nicholas was coming at seven this evening. I'd known that when I confirmed the visit. I hadn't changed it. Aiden opened the door before Nicholas knocked. Nicholas stood in the doorway with a paper bag that smelled like the bakery on Clement Street and looked at Aiden and then past him into the kitchen. One beat where his eyes moved through the apartment, taking in the absence of something without saying anything about it.