Nick Land Book Novels & Stories

I go to turn our Nick’s light and he sits up in the bed. “Thanks Dad,” Nick says with a smile. I walk over and sit on his bed. “You are very welcome Son.” Nick hugs me and I hug him back. Nick lays down and I leave him. “You got a Dad didn’t you?” Nala asks as I open my book and sit beside her on the couch. “I did,” I smile at her and start to read about the history of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry. I am joining a very prodigious group, I want to know about them.

, Andre stopped and said, "Ms. Kinsey, I have an appointment this afternoon, so I'll be leaving now. If you need anything, feel free to contact me." "Alright," Nyla replied. She tidied up the books on the table, saw Andre off, and returned to the study. With some time before lunch, she didn't rush back to her room but instead picked up the book Andre had recommended and started reading. She was so absorbed in the book that she didn't notice the study door opening until she heard it. Looking up, she saw Emerald step inside and put the book down. "Do you need something?" Upon seeing Nyla reading a business book, Emerald's originally cold gaze softened slightly.

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

Three rotating positions now, no face yet. I forwarded it to Nikolai without comment and went to work. Around midday I found Ace in the library. He had pulled three books off the shelf and was reading the back covers one after the other. "Finding anything useful," I said from the doorway. He looked up. "Depends on what useful means." "Are any of them interesting." He held one up. "This one is about the history of organised crime in Chicago. I feel like that is either very relevant or deeply ironic given where I am standing."