Nick Clark Novels & Stories

I asked, looking around and seeing only him. He sighed, "Wish I hadn't said anything about Nick." Clark admitted. He quickly took a hold of my arm and yanked me close to him. I quickly started to pull away from him. Well tried at least. "Let me go, Clark," I ordered. He laughed at me, "don't think you have power here. Just because Nick needs you alive doesn't mean he can't hurt you. Well, mentally he can at least. I don't know about physically though. Will have to ask him when we find him." Clark said. He started dragging me back toward the direction I had come from.

Even without meeting, they could read and counter each other perfectly. Inside the room, Nick and Khloe heard the noise outside. Someone had arrived. Nick ran his fingers through her hair. "Let me introduce a friend—his name's Lucas Clarke." "The one who saved you?" Khloe asked softly. "Yes. He was a former classmate. I honestly thought I might never see you again…" Nick's voice softened.

Always will be. His name is Clark Kent Scott. Two years younger than his age, excluding those centuries of years that were falsified in his renewable birth certificate, and let him believe he is a pure human like Clark. Nicholae addressed him by his nickname, CK. His devoted and empathetic personal assistant for eight years and counting.

he said. Clark frowned. “I came exactly on time.” Vance smirked. “Then my watch is faster than yours.” Clark didn’t smile. “I don’t have time for jokes,” he said. “Let’s talk business.” Vance leaned back in his chair. “Alright. Tell me again what you want.” Clark lowered his voice. “I want to destroy David Jones.” Vance raised an eyebrow. “That’s a big target.” “I don’t care,” Clark said. “I want his name dragged through the mud. I want people to think he’s a fraud. A thief. A criminal.”

I watched him carefully as he pressed a button on the steering wheel. “Sir, how may I help you?” There was a soft voice that appeared from the speakers. “Jack, can you let the local station know that I am on my way in, please.” “Of course, sir. Is everything alright?” “Yes, a young lady needed some help. Can you also have them page Amelia Clarke and ensure she is there when we arrive, please?” “Of course, sir.” The call disconnected and I felt somewhat relaxed. I fumbled with his phone in my lap and turned the screen off, placing it down in the center console.

he says, his eyes darting to the door behind me as it opens. I quickly dab my lips with a napkin before turning to greet the person who just entered. “Nicky” Clark says, rising to his seat, as he engulfs Nick in a hug. “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Lara” I say, holding out my hand to him for a handshake. He smiles, “I’m Nick Everton, best selling Author in Yula” he says, returning the handshake. “I know” I smile, inwardly bubbling with excitement at the prospect of signing him with my company SignaBook. “Clark you didn’t tell me the lady you were bringing would be quite a stunner” he says, flashing me a smile.

I mutter, staring at the CNN homepage. "Scott is dead. We did it. That should be the only thing in my head right now. But all I can think about is whether Tariq is going to burn out, and whether Saint is going to get full mobility back in his arm, and whether that guy in the navy blazer on the news is on Scott's payroll." "Probably," Kir says bluntly. "Kir." "What?" "Is it weird that I’m not happy?" I look over at him. "I thought I would feel this massive, cinematic triumph. I just feel numb."

She smiles, charmed by the calm demeanor. Clara’s guards is called Griffin, who is also dark skinned with short black hair and striking gray eyes. And Nick who is tanned, but not as dark as Griffin and Aslan. He has light brown hair, going to his shoulders, and hazel eyes. They both seem very calm and will have to be on their toes with Clara as their charge. I laugh internally. Clara seems happy with them, and talks to them both amicably.

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

"You can go in now, but Mr Clark said you have one minute more, and once the clock tickles, your secret will be out." Nancy said and Mr Jones run off, Nancy laughed watching him tab the elevator hurriedly, she was even holding her stomach. "I think I need to record this." She said and started videoing him and laughing. He finally reached the office and stormed in holding his chest. "Seems like you just went off a marathon race." Mr Clark said facing his laptops. "God save you, you have five more seconds for the world to find out what a high reputable arrogant Billionaire's dirty secrets." Clark said and smirked.