Nick Nelson Novels & Stories

For twenty years, nobody had ever seen through their game before. Yet, this rookie nurse did in less than fifteen minutes. “That’s impossible,” Chris whispered, stripping away the fake Charles act as he stared at her like she just grew two heads. Spirit slid off her chair, grabbing her phone from the dining table. She looked down at the three stunned brothers, her eyes flashing proudly like a genius. “I’m your nurse, boys,” Spirit grinned, giving them a triumphant wink as she turned toward the door.

Nelson was frightened. “Then what are these?” The leader of the group pointed at the gifts on the table. Nelson widened his eyes in fear. The gifts were from the Golding and Everia families. He was bragging about the gifts he received to his family just a moment ago. He stammered but was unable to provide an explanation. “Come on.” Two soldiers grabbed him by the arm. “I-I have to attend the inauguration ceremony tomorrow! My boss sent me to meet the God of War! You can’t take me in now!”

"So, you never liked me? Not even a little?" "I did, once," I admitted. "But your jokes showed you weren't worth it." Ignoring her and my raving parents, I ordered security to escort the troublemakers out. Predictably, my parents wouldn't let go of their cash cow that easily. They first bombarded me with calls and texts. Then they rounded up some online reporters, blocking the company entrance with phones live-streaming. "World-famous designer Troy Nielsen is an ungrateful son. He hogged $50 million and dumped his parents!"

After Nelson re-treated Nestor's wounds, he warned him with a dark face: "If you move around carelessly and burst your wounds again, you can just wait to die from blood loss." Nestor's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he turned to look at Selina. His gaze seemed to say that as long as Selina stayed with him, he wouldn't move around. Nelson stepped forward, standing between Nestor and Selina, blocking Nestor's view of her. "Nestor," Nelson stared at him expressionlessly, "or should I call you Mr. Wilson?" Without the mask hiding his face, Nelson had recognized David. Although he hadn't gone to bring Selina back then, Nicole had called him, and he knew how much trauma Selina had suffered.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

“What did he mean when he said I didn’t know?” I tensed up but didn’t answer her. Instead, I just drove. I couldn’t tell her anything about those people without giving myself away. I was pretty sure she was already suspicious of me. I heard her take a deep breath and saw her turn towards me out of the corner of my eye. “Nathaniel, are you going to answer me? What was that guy talking about?” “That guy is a menace to society. He’s a bad guy who’s big into crime. So just stay away from him.”

Upon getting to her front, he leaned over her desk and whispered into her ear. “ Be prepared. I'm a devil and I will be willing to show you to hell.” He smirked darkly at her and walked over to his seat for the next class. Ellie, Prince Killian's girlfriend, glared daggers at Nicki who simply rolled her eyes. Just when Alpha Prince Killian wanted to take his seat, Nicki spoke up. “ Thank you for the invitation. I'm willing to go to hell with you. I bet it would be fun.” She said aloud for everyone to hear.

Now more than ever without Jared on the scene, he had the chance to show the world what he can do. Nolan knew that he wouldn’t be invited but there was one person who will help him get in to that party. One and the only Celine Nelson. For some reason, his life revolved around this woman and as much as she wouldn’t love to see his face. He could care less. Anyway, of late he hasn’t bothered her and therefore she had no right to pick on him. The man made himself comfortable and then sat on the couch without even being invited.

It was already six thirty in the evening, and Nelson had just stepped out of his room looking so sleek in his dinner wear. He is putting on a golden suit with golden pant trouser to go with it and a black shirt on the inside, a silver necklace and hand chain with a wrist watch to go with it. He also had on a black Alexander McQueen Skull Embellished Loafers which made his dressing exude luxury, style and sophistication which matched his personality a little too well.

He just looked rich from the way he dressed and acted. He was Nathaniel Anderson also known by his popular name 'Niel'. Niel was not just some typical rich boy who was dumb on the inside, wasting daddy's money sending him to school. No! Niel was the complete opposite. He was a smart kid and he was also very good at sports. The right word for him was 'Perfect Creature'. He was the complete package of a perfect creature. "Why are you so sad to leave such an awful house? You should be happy," he said to me with his hoarse voice. To be honest, this was the first time that we actually had a direct conversation.