Nichols Oitnb Novels & Stories

“Now don’t scream, girl! Or else, you might find your life of leniency here inside the ob-lo quickly turn into something very, very grim and dark!” Ninang unbuttoned and pulled down her orange uniform and placed her cunt in front of Nina’s face as she knelt on the floor. Then the woman started pissing on Nina’s soft, plump cheeks. “Drink my pee, girl! Now, now, don’t scream!” Nina was shocked. It seemed as if all the terrible horror stories she heard about the ob-lo suddenly returned to her memories reeking vengeance and, yes, urine. But this was only the beginning.

Yet despite his status, no woman had ever become his Luna. What unsettled me most, however, was the memory that surfaced next. I had been eighteen, newly mated to Morris when Nicolai asked me out. I turned him down and never thought about it again until now. "It's you?" I asked softly, but his expression sharpened. "You will address me properly, Ophelia." Heat rose to my cheeks instantly. "My apologies, Alpha Nicolai." He nodded slightly in acknowledgment before returning his attention to me. "What happened tonight?" The question caught me off guard, so I looked away.

I can’t hide my disappointment, I was hoping he or someone else saw Niki. “What did you find out?” Owen brings the drone down. Unlike the last time I saw it, the red body looks very clean and polished. I pick it up and study it closely. Niki 401 is written in tiny white letters at the bottom. The drone is a real representation of its manufacture. Portable, effective and vicious when provoked. “I banged another Davi maid yesterday,” Owen says proudly. “I would have thought you would shy away from those, but proceed.” “No one knows where Niki is, not even Nick,”he says and my heart sinks.

After that, Nicholi didn’t dare push his luck, though I wasn’t sure why it was an issue to begin with when Eathen had talked with me many times before. Other than that, the three of them seemed to have a fairly close relationship, smirking at each others ridiculousness. Nicholi seemed to be the class clown, always inserting jokes and smirking at anything he thought could be taken in a sexual way. He was clearly unmated, and one to sleep around as Eathen had brought up several she-wolves in their conversations.

She looked at him and nodded. Emily Nicholaz smiled when she saw this. “I will make a move first,” she said, and she immediately ran away. She stopped at a corner and stood there. She took out her phone and took a picture of Olivia Fred and Ethan Owell in a suggestive pose. She smiled after seeing the picture. She walked away immediately and stood far away as she tried to send the picture to Alex, but it was not going. She frowned. Emily Nicholaz tried to dial his number, but it was not going through at all.

"You really want to drag this into the light? Fine. Let's talk about what happened in Geneva." I frowned. "What happened in Geneva?" His jaw clenched. "Something that could ruin everything if they twist it right." My skin prickled. And then his phone buzzed again. It was Another message. This time with an attachment of a video where Nicholas was featured. It was in a hotel room With a woman I didn't recognize..The video paused on him shirtless, blurred but obvious and my mouth went dry. "It's not what it looks like," he said immediately.

Nichols was lying! This meant he probably heard everything. He knew that back then, she had used a small trick to convince him that her mentor was seriously ill, just to continue dancing. He must have also overheard her saying she wanted to dance with her male idol! That’s why he had Little Liao send all those pictures of beautiful women and looked at them so intently. Later, he said something about a million-dollar salary just to provoke her! “Mr. Nichols, tell me the truth, did you hire a new assistant... because... is it because…”

A little over five foot nine and slender, Nico was terribly attractive, and I was intimidated by him at first. He marched straight up to me and told me that he would kill to have my tits and I knew that there was a bosom friend hiding behind all that New York polish and sass. I had convinced Nico to come along on my spa days since Mark insisted that he had too much work to do. After I got there and found out that you spend the majority of the time naked, I was thankful that Mark was at his office and not watching me get every surface of my body polished and glazed. Don’t even get me started on that Brazilian wax. That motherfucker hurt worse than having a toenail ripped off. Then they wanted

One phone call to her husband and they'd all be in a hole with maggots. -Why are you here? -Nicole asked, dropping her backpack. I thought you'd be at home, like everyone else. -I still have a class due," she pouted, "and the conversations are fun. I've been hearing everything here. -I'm sorry, everyone is so tough... and even more so if they see an omega marked and on tape," she said a little embarrassed. I'm sure it will all pass as soon as they get used to seeing you in that state. I assure you.

The pain was real, raw, and familiar, echoing the heartbreak I thought I had survived. Nicho sighed, as if disappointed. “You can pretend all you want, Clarissa. But you felt it. I know you did.” I tightened my grip on the phone, my pulse roaring in my ears. “How do you even know about Chelsea?” I asked, my voice low but shaking. “She’s Dante’s ex. That’s not public information.” Nicho laughed, the sound sharp and unsettling. “Clarissa,” he said smoothly, “I’m Nicho. I get whatever information I want.”