Nick Clark Novels & Stories

He kisses her upper thigh and moves his fingers over her clit. "Let's find your g-spot" and draws a circle on her clit with his thumb. He continues to draw circles making Daisy a moaning mess. She was digging her nails into his shoulders and gasping out loud when he enters two fingers inside her. Her knees were going weak, making her unable to stand anymore. But Magnus was determined to find what he was searching. He stops circling his thumb on her clit and pushes his wet soaking thumb up her ass making her scream and moan Magnus's name.

Nicko stopped him and said with a smile, “Hmm Rick Clarkson, your employer doesn't seem like a good person. Letting a dog bite a human is fine, but you have to show up, don't you? Otherwise, how could it be possible if the dog was killed by someone?” Rick Clarkson started to sneer and said, “Nicholas Lloyd, don't think I don't know who you are! You're just an impostor using your magic finger. The people here are still blind and don't know what you're doing. Now you're just waiting for them to realize what you did. If I do it for them, they definitely won't spare you!”

First, Clark was alive, second was that he suffered a lot to look for them and now he had cancer. What a terrible life he had been through. She hugged him and said, You will meet our son. " He's Chad," she showed him their son's photos on her mobile phone. "Thank you so much Tin. Can you share some of his photos with me?" I'd already met him on the campus yesterday. .I" knew it was him," Clark's smile almost reached his eyes. He knew it. He knew it. Kristina waved her hand and asked Nathaniel to come over and she introduced the two to each other.

Nyla panicked and lunged at Clark. "Give me back my phone!" Clark stumbled backward from her sudden attack, struggling to regain his balance. He grabbed her hand and said coldly, "I came here today to discuss something with you." Nyla wrenched her hand away. "I have nothing to discuss with you." She looked up at him with a cold, unyielding gaze, her demeanor starkly different from the gentle woman he once knew. "Nyla, I've informed my grandparents that I won't be returning to the Sumner Group. I'm planning to start my own business," Clark said.

I shook as I stood in the middle of the bedroom wondering what I would do. There was no time to put on makeup to hide how much Mother had punctured my flesh with her long nails. Or the handprint from where Father grabbed me roughly. I wished more than anything that I had covered up the marks first thing when I arrived home. Instead, I’d wallowed in my sadness–something that was getting me in trouble already. “You’re not naked,” Nikolas said from the door. He still had his gun in his hands and that dangerous look in his eyes.

"Keiran? I'm sorry I don't quit feel like I follow. Someone explain to me why you are calling me Alarick? And who the hell is Keiran?" Blake hated feeling confused. Everything they were saying was just confusing him more and more each time. Nothing made sense to him. The door suddenly bursts open. A lycan walks in unannounced. Blake's sudden reaction was to stand and go in attack mode. His canines exposed along with his nails on his hands elongating and eyes dark. Threatening to shift onto Xander. "Calm down Xander! It's just me. Nico. Let me shift back to Harou and we can sit down and talk. Ok?"

Trying to know if it's a dream but no, it's not. It's real. She wants to cry but she won't let him see her tears, not now not ever. He has broken her enough. ★★★★ DINNING ROOM ★★★★ In the dining room, the Clan members, back from their mission, were animatedly discussing their success. "Can you believe we actually pulled it off?" said a tall man with dark hair named Dominic. "Atlanta was a tough one, but we made it." "Yeah, but who almost botched it up? Oh, right, you, Clara," teased a short, muscular woman with a mischievous grin.

He asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." "You're in denial." I scoffed, "I am not in denial." "Whatever." Silence settled for a few minutes before Charlie spoke up. "You know it's Clark who's the mole...right?" I nodded. Wait he can't see me...this is why I prefer talking in person. I always do that. "I do. Let me guess you're in Tennessee?" "Yeah. The guy who took us, his name is Nick. Nick Everson."

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

His hands clawed at me, but I bared my teeth, daring him to continue. With a final blow, I knocked him out. I stood up and fought with the others, all the while my eyes kept drifting towards where Clinton was. Falcon was high on alert, wanting to make sure that her mate was alright. Minutes later, all the rogues were dead except one. I was wounded, but it was nothing I wouldn’t heal from soon enough. I’d always been a fast healer. I watched as Clinton transformed, his face a battlefield of rage. A shiver ran through my spine as my eyes trailed down his body, stopping on his huge dick. It didn't help that Falcon chose that moment to send lewd images of me and Clinton.