Nick Clark Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

Carter followed in silence, understanding that I was not in the mood to talk, at least, until we reached the car. “That bad?” He asked. I rolled my eyes, opening the car’s door, nodding at him to get inside. “Get in, Carter, just get in” ************************************* “I have to admit, she did stick around for a long while before she collapsed” Carter said, shrugging his shoulders. I rolled my eyes, pouring myself a drink before the investors arrived. I was having a club’s opening tonight, and I needed to make one final meeting before it “anyway, everything is ready for tonight, we just need to be there an hour early to make sure that the arriving guests see us there”

“ I think I should paint her as a liar but still look into this. Whoever this is can’t know that we are onto them. “ Nikolai walked to Claire and looked at her. “ You look like you are telling the truth but I can’t be sure. Since you are useless, you need to die. “ Claire’s eyes widened into saucers and she began to beg. “ I can help you! “ She screamed. Nikolai squatted and put his hand on her chin. “ Can you get me my cocaine? “ Nik asked. She shook her head and Nikolai laughed. “ You are useless then. You should have thought about all this before you went and crossed me. Do I look like a pussy to you, Claire? Because you thought I was a pussy. If you cross the wrong person you die. “ Nik

He chose to stay what they think of him. What's the point of showing them what he learned, if no one's there to believe in him. ■■■ "You're lucky that they didn't call the police." Klyde sincerely told him. "Actually, they did." Nick lift his feet and place it above the coffee table at the spacious living room of Klyde's mansion. "What happened then?" Klyde's brother, Lukan, asked. Nick shrug his shoulder and pouts. "Yah know Sheriff Tucker Crueson?" The two guys nod at him. "He runs so slow 'cause of his big belly." He humored but half true while demonstrating it to his own stomach.

It wasn't the person Nicholas had expected to meet, but he was ready to hear what Clarke had to say. "Clarke?" Nicholas uttered in surprise, his eyes widening as the man turned to face him. Despite never having met him in person, Nicholas instantly recognized the individual before him. It was none other than Richard Clark, the chief of Interpol – a figure they always kept a wary eye on, given his reputation for ruthlessly pursuing criminals. Richard Clark had always an eye on the organizations’ activities waiting to catch them but he failed many times. "We finally meet, Mr. Hart," Clarke acknowledged, his gaze steady as he observed Nicholas. His features appeared more aged than his actual ag

From that moment on, we became each other's greatest love. Six months after losing me, Vanessa was driven to suicide by debt collectors and jumped from a building. Yet even in death, she clutched the pendant she had found in the rubble that day. "Beckett Cross, if there's a next life, I swear I'll never let go of your hand."

"I'm sorry Sir, but this makes it easier for you to prove to Miss Eve the truth. If Clark says he had to because his sister was sick, we just need to find out about his background. If it's proven that he has a sister, then we need to find-" "I get it!" cut in Gery. "We just need to find out his background and his sister's testimony. If there is one and Robert can just find evidence from Clark himself," he continued and smiled. "Thanks Arnold," Gery said. "I'm not going to let Cheryl ruin my relationship with Eve anymore, she's had enough! Now it's time for me to act!" said Gery. Gery then starts to find out about Clark's family background with Arnold's help. It was easy because there were se