Novel & Cerita Nick Fear Street

Ken stood to his feet acting worried. Nicky utilized the opportunity and curled up to a corner of the room. She held up her knees still in tears scanning the "devil" she had been locked with. Nicky once made an attempt to go back to her parents but the Daredevil caught her and threatened to kill them if she tried running ever again. Ken reached for his bottle of beer and drank a great deal, he picked up a cigarette and drew in a great deal that he coughed out. Droplets of blood could be found on the floor; his health was worsening by the day, as he paid no attention to it.

Only the showers hissed on, the room filling with a burn-cloud that hid everything but the smell—hot metal, chlorine, iron, steam. Back in the gym, Rachel taped the last box shut and pressed her palms flat on it, grounding. The place felt done. Finished. Ready for kids and bad decisions. Nick came back from the storeroom, flicked off the banks of lights. The horror posters turned into deeper shadows. “All done,” he said, and found her hand in the dark like he’d been doing it all his life. They walked to the exit. Rachel hesitated at the hallway’s mouth, eyes tracing the gloom where the pool wing began.

Strong hands caught me by the back, slamming me against the cold wall of the hallway. My breath hitched as his chest pressed against mine. His face hovered so close that I could feel his breath brushing against my skin. “Zip it. Be quiet,” he whispered harshly, his voice was deep and commanding. My head bobbed up and down like a frightened lizard, I nodded my head in desperate agreement. He smirked at me, his lips curling like he had won some sick game. “All right, new girl,” he murmured, his eyes piercing into mine. “Now listen to me. Whatever you think you saw in there with Professor Kendra… that’s not what it is.”

"Why? Are you a deadly mafia boss running a criminal organization?" Nick's eyes lingered on me, and slowly the smile on my face disappeared. "Nick..." I muttered, my heart dropping into my stomach. "Are you?" I couldn't hide the raw fear creeping into my face. Panic flared hot in my chest. I would be utterly terrified if Nick was actually involved in organized crime. I had read enough news and stories to know how bloodthirsty that world was, how people around men like that were constantly caught in the crossfire of rivalries and revenge.

his friend shook his head. "Why are you so afraid. Just introduce me to him and I'll do the rest," the guy insisted. His friend sighed in defeat. "Do you see that guy in the engineering bleachers, their captain ball?" he asked his friend. "Of course I know him. Who wouldn't know the famous Devon Dalton. He's the famous gang leader and no one would dare mess with him or his gang. I want to survive in this university." the guy anxiously chuckled, glancing at the engineering bleachers.

These people had their ways. They had their ways of making you accept that you have committed the crime. They instill fear and terror in you. This was what she thought. This was what she had always thought. " What do you know about the janitor's death?" he repeated, hostility tearing down the warmth his eyes were supposed to have. " I know nothing." The man snarled, his weird bulkiness taking it all out. " Do you think I don't know? You teenagers have this tendency of commiting crimes all the time."

Jumping from Axel's wolf nipping on my hindquarters I smelled water and rushed off in the direction of the scent. Coming up to a lake I hadn't realized was there my ears twitched hearing soft moans coming from beyond the cattails. Peeking curiously around the reeds my wolf's eyes widened at the sight I was seeing. It was Nick and that snobby human girl with the Halloween posters. They were naked doing the deed. I watched the girl riding Nick with her breasts being squeezed by his hands.

Nick whispered, subtly shaking in fear. “My bar,” I replied, faking all the confidence I could. I am scared. It’s too obvious that I am. I am about to immerse myself in a bloody battle with these bastards and nobody had ever done that successfully, none that history is aware of. The Rutherfords are carnivores and if I have to become their prey in order to get my revenge, I will.

“And now you are nursing a bullet wound meant for her. Or am I wrong about the death threat hanging on your head, Mrs. Rafe?” “Nia.” Nick shouts at her. “What?” Nia takes the seat next to the bed and crosses her legs. “Everyone knows a red envelop is literally a death sentence. Seems our Mrs. Rafe has made someone very, very angry.” “Death threat?” I murmur, looking at the horrid expression on Nick’s face. “That’s enough. Nia, could you please go check for Nonna?” He asks her. “What? No, I just got here and you are asking me to leave already.”

I was scared, though, of being alone at night in the same house where my father had been murdered. "I didn't know what you liked watching, so..." Nicholas referred to the TV with a slight shift of his hand. He was going through a list of movies on N*****x, his muscular back right in front of my hungry eyes. He was still standing, but he had removed his jacket and his boots. His biceps had my hands itching to touch them. To trace every tattoo on them while he grunted in pleasure. "I figured since we'll be here for a while, why not enjoy a movie and get to know each other?" His calmness made me question my racing heartbeat. His presence alone made my legs jelly.