Nick Nelson Novels & Stories

she said, fingers pressing gently around my ankle. “Right there,” I grunted. “But honestly… looking at you is making me forget about the pain real quick.” Nelly paused, then looked up at me with a small smile. “Nelson, right? The basketball star. I’ve heard about you.” “All good things I hope,” I said, leaning back a little so I could stare down her cleavage. God damn those tits were enormous. “You’re new here. Nelly, yeah? I've been wanting to meet you properly.”

"Tell me about yourself." Holly frowned stubbornly, but did as she was told. "Now," Santa began, reaching in a sack on his other side. "Your name's Holly?" The blonde nodded. "Such a pretty plant." he pulled out a sprig and offered it to her. "It's sharp." she pointed out. "True," Santa agreed. "What else?" Holly stared at him in confusion. "It's you." he tapped her nose softly while smiling, something about it feeling familiar. "I don't get it." Holly admitted.

“Ludicrous, isn't it? But it was easily bought, because no one would ever believe Marcello Nelson's son, Josh Nelson, CEO of a new multi-million dollar company on the rise, would be hanging out in a clique and shooting at the police.” A large lump in my throat hindered my breathing. Marcello Nelson was his father? That snob, I did know. The man was obscenely wealthy—if ‘wealthy’ was a justifiable word—and involved in virtually everything from theology to politics. Damn right no one would believe that story. The man was untouchable from any angle. "I was forced to step away from my business for two years—well, not really. My uncle, OrThello Nelson, is the owner of NIFTZ in Japan. You know tho

Nelson replied nervously, “I did not keep count of this but I think that the amount should hit three digits.” Charlie continued to ask, “Who is the person supporting you to do these kinds of things? Who is your backer?” Nelson replied, “My backers are my sister and my brother-in-law.” Charlie asked, “What are the names of your sister and brother-in-law? What do they do?” Nelson replied honestly, “My sister’s name is Alice Bishop. She is not employed and she is a full-time housewife. My brother-in-law is Donald Webb. He is the heir of the Webb family from Sudbury.”

“Mr. Brown.” “Julian,” Nelson said smoothly, his tone masking the fury within him. “I need your expertise. There’s a problem that requires... your special touch.” A low chuckle rumbled through the receiver. “Always a pleasure. Who’s the target?” “Gerald. Mildred. And a few other thorns in my side.” Nelson swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. “They have information that could ruin everything. I want it buried along with them.”

He sat still, staring at them as they approached. Nelson glanced up and his eyes ran into Tristan's. For a full minute, they stared at each other. Not moving. Not shaking. Samantha stared at them both and nudged her brother. "Hey. He's Tristan Delaware. The male model I'm working with. Tristan? This is my brother, Nelson." "Oh." Tristan mumbled and finally stood up. He walked majestically toward Nelly, stopped in front of him. "Nelson Finley. Nice to meet you."

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

He eyed Charlie who was sitting in one of the chairs in the conference room but engrossed in his phone. He seemed a pure dumb he was least interested in the things happening around him. Charlie groaned darkly, staring at the bright screen of his phone in the gloomy room as the noise of hard wild moans busted from the speaker of his phone that was not connected to a headset. He was busy with the porn videos, as expected! "Nelson, get me the envelope." Stella cocked one of her eyebrows when her father called the Man in Black. So he was named Nelson! Nice name, it suited his personality in every angle.

"What are you talking about?" "In case you have forgotten, I am Red Nelson, the daughter of a seafarer who lost his life on board. My mother died when I was three, and I grew up under the care of a nanny. When dad left, a heartless businessman took me in. He provided me a home, funded my education, and bought me all those fancy things. He gave me everything, except for his damn heart. All because a beautiful woman named Calla already owned it."

"I'll go… I'll go find them. I'll make them pay. You… You have to live. You have to take care of Billy." "Don't go! Please, don't go!" Karen's voice broke as she cried out. But Nelson didn't stop. Holding onto the last of his strength, he forced himself down step by step. He barely made it past the seventh floor. The frozen ground was slick beneath his feet. After a few steps, his body gave out. He hit the ground hard and didn't get back up. Nicole had just opened the door when Cola lunged at her, whining loudly, paws pressing against her.