Nick Haunted Hathaways Novels & Stories

I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV. I heard her complain but I unbothered sip my coffee. “Hey. Can't you see I'm watching? Gosh. You're so rude.” She said. “We were supposed to watch drama, not that.” I uttered. She glance at me with annoyance in her gaze and quickly did the opposite from what I did earlier. “That is more interesting than that. From what I heard, the girl has been bitten by vampire. You know like in dramas! It's so cool though.” She added and was going to use the remote but I snatched it from her.

Simple, a month before my fourteenth birthday I got in a fight with an apprentice of the Knights back in the Nicholai Grand Duchy in Leopenia, in the northern region of the Empire, and that left a scar on my left forearm. And when I looked at my reflection again, there was still some light in my eyes. After staring at my reflection with my jaw on the ground for what seemed to be an eternity, I ran back to my bed before anyone could come here. I'm back and with thirteen years again according to my body. And I'm not fucking letting the story repeat itself. Things are going to be different this time, or my name isn't Natasha Mary-Anne Ludwick Nicholai!

"The White Lotus is searching everywhere for you now. It would be very dangerous if you were to follow me." "But, but..." Before Hattie could finish her sentence, Lucas cut her off. "Save it. I have already made up my mind to send you to Anchorage Base City," Lucas said while looking at Hattie. Upon hearing his words, Hattie's light-toned face became awfully forlorn. She knew that there was no way she could change Lucas’ mind. The next day, Lucas opened up the Zombie Treasure Chest and went to the streets with Hattie.

Howard grunted with a dismal look, "He's afraid of your fury and is now gone to Goddess knows where! What did he do?! He's a good kid!" Raven rolled his eyes. Sure, Nate was a "good kid" who tortured people for fun and escaped the pack when all Raven did was to order a standard search of the mansion. "The hogans did so much for the pack, we can't just eliminate them like this!" Howard put his fist through the table, "We need to find Nate--" "Uncle Howard!" All in the room snapped at that shout when Elena dashed into the meeting room.

The blonde haired boy spoke, the other boy remained silent as if he were in some kind of trans, he just sat there starring at Grace. "I'm Hanna." Hanna chirped up. Grace picked up her uncle's cup and took a sip. It was awful. She passed it to Hanna after making a face. Hanna smirked and took a sip. It was a mistake she ended up having a coughing fit the taste was that bad. Daniel smirked. "Awh what's the matter girls? You don't like whisky?" He chuckled to himself. The sound of his voice appeared to snap the other boy out of his thoughts. "This is Bentley." Daniel nudged him slightly.

“How can you not be blamed? This accident with Tommy is entirely your responsibility as his teacher, and your kindergarten isn’t innocent either! “Who allowed you to take little children into a haunted house? And knowing Tommy has claustrophobia, you still brought him in?” Anger flared through me, and I no longer restrained myself. With one swift motion, I slapped Holly, who was still struggling under my hold. She froze, eyes wide in shock and outrage. “You dare hit me?” Kent stepped forward, placing himself between us. I shook my stinging hand, a sense of reckless defiance taking over. “Yes, I dare!” I snapped. “That haunted house was just a Halloween-themed attraction. It clearly stated at

Harry, if you're attempting to control her—" Harry, however, stopped him in his tracks. He gave Nathan a menacing glare and pushed the gun's barrel back into the air with a flick of his wrist. "You believe you are in charge? You're not. You've never been. His eyes were knowing and dark as he returned his focus to Anita. "Anita, do you not understand? The vault of WraithNet? The cash? It isn't anything. The prize is you. You were always. At his words, Anita flinched from head to toe. Like ice in her veins, the chilling realisation slowly seeped into her. "No. No, you're not correct. I'm not this person. I—

Abruzzi said. 🖤🖤Black Market🖤🖤 Hayato's men could be seen loading crates into various truck when Hayato himself walked out of a store with his wife. He tucked two pistols behind him and just then Nicklaus vehicle drove in. He bounced out of the vehicle taking off his dark shades. "I'll be back soon, i promise". Hayato told his wife before moving toward Nicklaus. "You're here Mr. Nicklaus". Hayato said. "Keeping to my own part of the deal". Nicklaus said.

Nathan, Lucas, and Julian tore through the industrial wasteland of the lower Havenfall docks, the neon lights of the city flickering off the hoods of their blacked-out sedans. They weren't shifting into wolves; they were shifting gears. This was a different kind of hunt. They were sixteen, fueled by adrenaline and the reckless arrogance of heirs to the Cocolink throne, chasing a rival courier’s bike that had strayed into their territory.

"The preliminary hormonal shifts will continue to intensify. Your wolves are already responding to the changes, even if you're maintaining human control." "Fascinating biology lesson," Rick muttered, pulling into traffic with supernatural precision. "Now, can we focus on the dead collector and the missing magic diamond?" Through their bond, Casie felt his discomfort, not with her approaching heat, but with discussing it so clinically while they were investigating murders. The practical focus was so quintessentially Rick that it steadied her, grounding the conversation in the case rather than their personal situation. "Krane's home is in Westbrook Heights," Nathaniel reported, already mapping