Nick Novels & Stories

I'm not comfortable with skinship so he immediately removed it while wincing. "A-ah, hehe, by the way, Maze, Cole, Troy and Mark, these are my juniors from the faculty of Psychology. My favorite boy, Gabriel Solzeek Thornton, you can call him Gab." Of course, he first introduced the fairest of them all which is Gab the cheater. I'm not praising him or what but it's true that he's the fairest among all of his friends. I'm just interpreting my observation. But that doesn't also mean that I'm actually observing Gab. Whatever. He smiled at us and my friends are kind enough to return it to him but not me. Call me rude but I will never ever smile to a cheater. So I remained giving him my cold star

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

“Laura?” “I’m there, okay! I am in position!” she shouted, so that everyone could hear her. The rest of the team was sending so many irrelevant, nonsensical statements now, it was hard for Aaron to communicate at all. “I’m the pretty princess. Look at my sparkly dress,” Morris said. “Who’s the turkey now? I repeat, who is the turkey now!” Nelly demanded. Another New York team member added, “Four. Four foot six.” “What the hell is she doing?” Elliott asked.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

"God! What am I going to do? " Nick wept extremely. 'Don't worry dear. I'll find a way to get you out of here. ' Mr. Edrek Mattias comforted Nick in his mind. "I'm not going back! I am going to destroy him! Mario won't get away! Instead, please, find a way to get me to where that stupid Mario is. " Nick pleaded. "I'm right here silly! " Mario spoke. Nick quickly looked behind and before he could say a word, he collapsed.

He made it difficult to think which was bad, very bad. "I think No Boundaries Bobby would be a better match," I muttered, referring to Quinn and Ace's earlier conversation. "That's so good," Quinn rolled her lower lip between her teeth, biting back a smile. "Bobby?" Ace scoffed, "do I look like Bob the fucking builder?" "You can't fix shit," Gunnar mumbled, rolling his eyes while pouring a measure of whiskey for himself.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

There had been times he had fallen asleep while reading, but luckily no one noticed the missing books before he managed to put it back. At night he would go watch the blacksmith teach his apprentice. The old man went by the name Gregorius, but everyone just called him Grumpy Greg. He obviously didn't like this, but didn't complain openly about it. The kid was called Kyle, and was constantly verbally abused by his master. Will had even heard Kyle complain about the customers teasing him as well.