Nichols Oitnb Novels & Stories

Lisa began, before hitting the clicker, causing some images to enter the blank page of the presentation. These pictures made my eyes grow wide. There were four pictures, and they were of Lisa, but these were not pictures of her at work or on a casual day. No, they were far from professional or decent for that matter. These were pictures of her at play. The top left picture was her at a club, dancing, coated with sweat from the no-doubt the heated atmosphere she was dancing in. She was wearing a tight purple top, scooped low so her large boobs were just pouring out from within. She wore a skirt that barely went below her a*s, and as she danced, the skirt flared up, millimeters away from showi

Seeing this, I leave. While walking through the dark hallways, I make my way back to my command center. Walking up the stairs, I stop and stand at the top where I can see all the monitors as they record everything happening in the city. As I check the monitors, I see the ones I have installed in the OutPost. “Strange,” I think, seeing the Outcasts all standing in a circle. They seem to be discussing something. “What’s going on?” I bring up my wrist and press a button on my remote controller. Activating the audio on my spy cameras, I listen in on the OutCasts.

These past couple of days have been really difficult without him. Don't get me wrong, I know I had Anna. But it wasn't the same. Just as I was starting to relax, my phone buzzed. I checked the notification out of mindless curiousity and my heart dropped.“Nicholas!” I called out frantically, my voice rising. “Switch to Channel 5!” He looked at me, puzzled, but did as I asked. The screen flickered to life, and my stomach dropped as I saw Natalia’s face. The headline read, “The Tonight's Show with Mrs. Natalia Sinclair.”

"Alice invited me. Loveth… she put something in my drink. Nick, he… he took me to a room—" "I've seen the video, Novah," he cut me off, his voice dripping with contempt. He picked up a sleek tablet from his desk and tapped the screen. A grainy, dimly lit image flickered to life. It showed me, swaying, eyes glazed, as Nick guided me down a hallway, his arm around my waist. His hand dipped low, possessive. My own face looked slack, stupid. The clip ended just before Ashton burst in. "You look like a willing participant. A drunken omega throwing herself at her betrothed."

He wasn’t sure he could keep it together when those clothes came off for the scene. He had cast Olivia Bright specifically with this sensual scene in mind. She was a former p**n star, acting under the name Ollie Love, and Nick’s hope was that her internet fame would bring attention to his small Audience. How did I get a damn p**n star to act in my movie?, he wondered. He never imagined he’d get to see Ollie Love naked in person. Would he be drooling for the entire scene? Stay professional, dammit!

Nick POV I let her leave the bathroom, and I try to calm down. Fuck what is this woman doing to me? She drives me crazy. I take my shirt off, wait a few minutes, and head out of the bathroom to meet them at the pool. I walk down the stairs and lead to the back. I see them all leaning against the pool wall. Josh has Taylor on his left; next to him is my sister Rose, then Logan, and next to him is Mariah. I ball my fist, the bastard always behind her ass. I run and jump in the pool, splashing them.

Olivia was startled by this but smiled perfectly and was waiting for Nichoals to continue to make the announcement. Nicholas could feel the eyes of Olivia, chuckled and went near her ear and said, “Delilah Pierce huh?” Olivia bulged her eyes out and felt chills all over her. She couldn’t meet his eyes or anybody else. She knew she was done when she got caught.

Chapter 1 CYNTHIA'S POV The snow made it all the worse. I should have been happier with the holiday season soon approaching. However, it couldn’t get any worse. I caught my boyfriend, Nicole Smith , with a girl in his senior year, fucking in the locker room. What made it especially appalling was the fact that there were three guys, Nicole included.

Jameson Richards prefers to have outcomes within his grasp before he engages in any critical discussions. He comes back to the bench, sits once more and clasps his hands between his parted thighs in what is, decidedly, a non-assuming, non-threatening position. His initial query isn’t exactly an easy one to slay, though. “Why do you need the money, Nikki? Why would you go this far for it?”

“What's the name?” “Nika,” Owen said, trying not to sound embarrassed. He was pretending this was work-related, but the truth was… he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head. “Nika Thornhart.” Inder’s fingers started typing. “You know, I could be sleeping right now.” Owen ignored him. It was already eleven a.m., anyone should be awake by now. Still, he let the teenager grumble all he wanted. “Can I at least have a beer? Something to get me active and alive?” Inder decided to test his luck.