Nick Clark Novels & Stories

“You sound like a romance novel.” “I read too many,” Tina grinned. “Helps with heartbreak.” They sat in silence again. “You’re healing, right?” Kate asked. “Slowly. Leg’s better. Heart… not so much.” Kate nodded. “I get it.” — Meanwhile, at Liam’s apartment, Jeremy had just returned with a laptop in hand. “I broke into a secure server,” Jeremy said. “Took me hours.” Liam leaned forward. “Tell me you found something.” “Oh, I did. Clark’s not alone. There’s someone big backing him. Military-grade equipment, offshore accounts. Clean records. This guy knows how to stay hidden.”

“Man, you don’t know who you’re talking to. I’m Ken Clarke. I never get tired.” He gave me a crooked smile and replied, “And I’m Nicholas Atkins. I never give up.” Seriously? Is this guy mocking me?

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

He definitely had a strong grip to his sanity. They spent the following few hours discussing strategies and exchanging ideas for a successful infiltration and rescue mission, then gearing up, and getting ready for another long fight. Unfortunately, there will be no full moon tonight so they’ll be unable to shift. They’ll have to rely on their manpower and basic abilities. But even if they remain humans, they will still be packed with firearms and explosives. They have to accomplish the mission in less than an hour, as per the Alpha’s command. Quick yet impactful, he said. He also wanted to get the Luna back before the clock strikes midnight because that’ll mark 24 hours of her disappearance,

“I fucking warned you, Niko. We fucking warned you that the shitty, stupid bartender wasn’t up to any good, but your lovestruck head wouldn’t listen.” My heart sank further as I dug my nails into my palm, staring at Jeremy. “It’s a complete madhouse now.” Saying this, Jeremy pulled out his phone, typing on it. “Jeremy, he needs—” started Clinton, but got a warning look from Jeremy. My heart was currently beating so loud that all the background noise faded as, trembling, I reached for the phone. The headline caught my eyes immediately. HOCKEY STAR NIKOLAI CARRINGTON EXPOSED

… That evening, as Nyla stepped out of the elevator, she found Clark waiting at her doorstep. "You're back?" His voice was low, his expression icy. "I called you multiple times this morning, and you didn't answer. Now you're here, waiting at my door—why?" Nyla asked. "Why?" Clark took two steps closer, towering over her. "You really went all out to get that divorce, didn't you?" After hearing Jordyn's suspicions, Clark initially only suspected Nyla. However, when Michael called and confirmed that she was the mastermind behind the leak, Clark's desire to confront her intensified. She had not only ruined his career but also shattered his pride.

Clara agreed without hesitation because she loved Nick and wanted a future with him, and Nick was determined more than ever to have a child with her by his side. Little does Clara know that she is not an ordinary woman who lost her foster parents. She is actually the daughter of Don Cassian Morcant. To keep her safe, a plan was set in motion to let her live a normal life away from the mob world where she truly belongs until she turned twenty-five. However, her husband, Nikolai, has known the truth all along.

Nikolas I could be a prick. There was doubt about that but I did not think anything I said was wrong. We shared a night somewhere along the line. I was just trying to figure out when and where I had slipped up. I feared what would happen if my mom discovered she had a grandson, My entire world was sure to flip. I briefly hoped all of these was just a wild attempt to rope me. Maybe I would spare her if this turned out to be nothing but drama but every encounter I had with the woman told me she wasn’t looking for hard cash. There was just something about her. I haltingly started the car and drove. I didn’t have the capacity to bear my mother at the moment, Not with all the disturbing discover

Holly asked. "He's one of them people who don't look their age." Lydia explained. Holly hummed in understanding. "So we were talking about your Santa?" Lydia brought them back to their original conversation. The bell above the door rang and Lydia stared in awe. "Yes, I could've sworn he was my-" Holly froze when she looked up and saw what Lydia was staring at. He had dark, messy hair and radiated the kind of warmth only he could; he met her gaze with the softest smile she'd ever seen.

I’m interviewed routinely. Claire and Bodyguard are obviously conspiring together to ensure Nick doesn’t miss a single feature on me and Bailey’s Clambake. And he never fails to let me know he’s read this review or that article—and he’s happy for me. Genuinely. Despite it being an obstacle between us, Nick does not begrudge me this success. Or resent it. That is the mark of an incredibly generous man. One more mark, actually. Because I owe my entire, current existence to him.