Nick Sans Novels & Stories

A flicker of rage sparks in his gaze, clearly remembering his earlier anger at Ryan as his head had emerged from beneath the table. “That’s enough, NIck,” Marcus’s voice rumbles out, chastising his friend and cutting off ryan's’s response. The name echoes in my mind as I attempt to place where I’ve heard it before. “NIck?” I ask, stumbling a step back as apprehension sparks in my mind. “Nick Gustan.” Ryan jerks back in surprise, clearly recognizing the name too. The name is a statement, not a question anymore because I know the man standing in front of me. Any person with underground connections would know that name. But hell, I hadn’t even known he was a wolf, let alone that he was allied w

Alessia watched Irina slip out the door and the door swung farther open. Nickolai stepped over the threshold and Alessia's lungs seemed to freeze. He was dressed in black slacks that fit him perfectly, accentuating his long, powerful legs. A black silk shirt, unbuttoned just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of his tanned throat, clung to his broad shoulders and chest. His dark hair was cut short and perfectly parted, not a strand out of place. His strong, chiseled jaw was smooth, without a hint of stubble, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face.

White guy in his fifties, wind‑burned face, badge that said HANSEN. He shifted from boot to boot, eyes wary. “You realize,” he said to Coleman, “if your… procedure goes wrong, this could take down half the North Atlantic routing.” “That’s why she brought me,” Niko said, stepping forward. Hansen eyed him like he was a very small, very breakable plug. “And you are?” he asked. “The one who makes sure my girlfriend doesn’t fry your backbone on the way out,” Niko said. Hansen’s eyebrows shot up at *girlfriend*.

I banged the table, stopping him, watching as he smirked, knowing that he ticked a nerve “you are becoming sensitive, Nathan” “You are going to lose that tongue of yours if you do not stop talking” I said, looking up at him. Donatello smirked, raising an eyebrow before taking a sip of his drink, gulping it down before putting the glass down on my desk. Looking at it for a second too long before looking up at me, his smirk plastered on his face seeing my frown.

Nick snarls. I grip his shirt to make sure he doesn’t try to leave. “Calm down, babe; it’s not like me and him are sleeping together; the most he gets out of me are little tap kisses; it will be over soon; you just have to be patient.” I say. Nick glares at me, his eyes changing, his wolf trying to claw his way out. “Tell me, Riah, do you enjoy when his lips are on yours?” Nick is furious.

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

"You're definitely not plain! You're very cute, and there's something mysterious about you that I can't put my finger on. I want to know more about you, more than just your name. Do you have any family? Where'd you grow up? Where did you go to school? Anything?" I twisted my fingers even harder and Niko completely disappeared. "I... I don't have any family. Um, I grew up in the upper peninsula, Watton Michigan, I was homeschooled, and I moved here about 7 months ago." "Oh wow! You must be used to a lot of snow then?" "Yeah, I guess so. The peninsula does tend to get more snow than the mitt." "Look at you and your Michigan lingo, I love it!" He said, smiling at me. I felt my face heat up agai

Nikos shrugged slightly, “He doesn’t stay in one place for long enough. As much as I have heard, he either uses other people’s names or other people’s money.” “Coward,” Jeremy muttered under his breath. Nikos smirked faintly, “No. Careful. There is a difference.” I turned to face him fully, “I need more than that.” Nikos held my gaze head-on, “And what do I get in return?” There it was. He went straight to the point. I liked that. I nodded, “Depends on what you want.” He hummed thoughtfully as he tapped his fingers against his arm lightly, “You’re not from here, so you don’t know. Nolan has a lot of enemies. All-powerful. I feel they might help you to look into it.”

“Don't be dramatic. Unless there is no pretty woman involved, you don't mess shit up.” Silence again. Then, “Turn in your badge. Take some fucking time off. Lose that penchant of yours for pretty things. I suggest going to Europe or Zimbabwe.” Nick’s eyes are dead serious. “And, you look like fucking hell itself.” **

"Nicki, not that it's any of your business, but I was speaking with a friend, and if you can be on your way now, we'll like to like to get back to our conversation." "See? You're going crazy, there's literally no one here." One of her little minions chirped in. "You have quite a pack full of dramatic people." Nicklaus blurted. "Welcome to a day in my life." I shrugged. "Who the hell are you talking to?" Nicki's voice was getting loud now. "To Nicklaus.. here." I pointed a finger towards him. "Now can you please leave?" "Ignore her." Nicklaus whispered. "Gosh, you are so weird, no wonder moon goddess didn't find you deserving to have a wolf, you'll probably remain wolfless your entire life."