Nick Land Book Novels & Stories

Alpha Greyson and I didn't get off to a good start, so I'll make sure everything works out in the end. The title of the book was the first thing that caught my attention when I opened it. The Sacred List of North Pack. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous when I open the book. The book's vintage was clear because practically every page was torn open, so I was cautious. The names of renowned people who became the Alpha of the North Pack are included on each page.

Cindy was tip toeing to look behind Richard while Nick had an expression of pure amusement. "Hello there." Nick looked like a child in christmas with a bunch of presents to open. He and Cindy stepped inside the lift and pressed the number 10. Fucking cockblockers. Every fucking time! "Cindy, I was reading this book. I saw reviews of it, right." Nick began and I just knew I wasn't going to like what he was going to say. "And I was just reading this part where the main character gets the girl into a lift and as soon as the doors close, bum! They start to make out. Hot, don't you think? Making out in a lift, wouldn't you say, Jen? Christian Grey style."

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.

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.