Nick Nelson Novels & Stories

Nelson cried out. “GET OFF ME!” A heavy boot crushed his wrist before he could reach the gun. “Target secured.” Nelson thrashed wildly. “You don’t know who I am!” One of the warriors leaned closer, expression cold. “We know exactly who you are.” Hours later… Nelson sat chained to a metal chair inside a dark interrogation room beneath Northsmith Estate. Blood dripped from his split lip. One eye was swollen nearly shut. The room felt cold. Merciless. Two Northsmith warriors stood silently against the wall.

“Mr. Remington, your wife is dead and she’s not coming back. But I doubt she would have wanted you to wallow in pain for the rest of your life. My best advice? Stop being an asshole and end this hit-it-and-quit arrangement with Astrid. This is your chance at happiness. Astrid is the woman for you and the fact that you’ve allowed yourself to be emotionally involved with her despite your silly arrangement tells a lot.” Nelson is right. I’m finally allowing myself to be emotionally vulnerable for the first time since Anna died. “I didn’t know you had a functioning brain.” “Aha, very funny.” Nelson rolls his eyes and I watch him finish the rest of his drink. “It takes a functioning brain to dete

"Ari, are you satisfied with my performance?" Blushing deeply, I tried to pull my hand away, but his firm grip left me no choice but to feel the warmth of his palm and the intensity in his dark eyes. "A hundred thousand dollars, going thri…" "No! I said no!" Nelson, disregarding all pretenses, struggled to stand up from his wheelchair. To everyone's surprise, it seemed that Nicholas' presence had somehow cured him as if Nicholas had performed a miracle on Nelson's condition.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

“You spoke well, I think you may have even convinced them to like you.” “Thanks Deano, your compliments never disappoint.” I scoffed, peering up at him. He met my eye-roll with a grin that stretched to his hazel eyes, lighting up his face in that way that made him look less murderer and more golden retriever. He wrapped his arm around my waist, earning him a raised eyebrow from Julius which he saw but ignored.

I hate to imagine what Alek and Brent will be like when they tour again. “Lance had the idea that him and Nick could schedule a few meetings the same time as when the three of you have to travel. Nick is our overseas contact and he deals with all our foreign contacts and investor. The guys speaks eight or nine foreign languages and him and Lance do most of the travelling for the company.” I explain. “So they are going to babysit us?” Everly snarks.

Nelson introduced sheepishly while getting the instrument ready. “What do you want from me?! I have said it times without number, I am not any culprit! I did not kill Miss Kimberly or what ever her name is! I just want to be free!” He begged profusely.

“Ms. Nelson, what a coincidence! It’s great to see you discharged from the hospital.” She tugged on Clayton’s arm. “This is Ms. Nelson that I mentioned to you earlier.” Clayton was handsome and gentle, but he was aloof and distant from other women. When Nicole pulled him over like this, he showed a helpless smile. He looked at Selena with a smile and nodded. “Hello, Ms. Nelson. My name is Clayton Sloan.” Selena’s face was pale. She turned around to look at the two of them and smiled slightly. “I’m Selena Nelson.”

Damn, I didn't know that she's so damn possessive, and I find it cute. "Nathan Jones is a douchebag, Red. And do you know that he three-timed Ericka, Stacy, and Martha? I know it because the girls are sharing it with me. And clearly, he's hitting on you. Oh, does he know that you're a DJ or something?" She ranted and asked. I just nodded my head in response

she cries. "Like...?" I ask in doubt. "Nelson, the landscape Architect" "Nelson is a womanizer" I say in a bored tune. "What about Alex?" "Alex is an egocentric goat who thinks he's smart but is as dumb as the ass of a chicken" "And Derrick?"