Nick Sans Novels & Stories

" Only those who are close to me call me Nik. You and I are not close, Gio so call me Nikolai or don't at all. As for what I want, I want nothing. My wife will decide what she wants to do about this whole situation. " All the men looked at me expectantly. I stepped in front of Nik. Despite wearing heels, I was still shorter than him. I crossed my arms against my chest and glared at the jerk. " You're cocky and it's disgusting. Your perfume could pass for bug spray due to how terrible it smells. You harass women because you think you have a right to and it's not right. Never come close to me again because you disgust me. " I said. I clenched my hand into a fist and punched him in the nose lik

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

she suggested, and I choked on the rice I was eating. I whispered in a hushed tone, "Nina, please keep your voice down. It's meant to be undisclosed." "And besides," I added, "he doesn't know anything about me, at least not yet." But Nina raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Nicole, are you kidding me or just naive? Nicks, that guy is the only son of one of the most influential families in America. Do you really think he can't find out information about someone he's interested in?" she pointed out, leaving me to sigh in resignation.

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V. Stepping closer to Nickos, I almost knelt to level my height on him while gently messing with his jet-black hair. Fortunately, he wasn’t suspecting me of anything after seeing me in front of the bedroom door of our parents. Nickos was an intelligent kid, but when it came to his physique, I must admit that he was kind of smaller compared to other eleven-year-old kids. He was shy and would not easily join a peer of his classmates—absolutely an introvert.

One asked with a prominent German accent. “I'm here to meet Katya.” Nick said coolly, as if there was no knife to his throat. “Who do you think you are that you can waltz in here and demand to meet her?” The man holding a knife to Nadine's throat asked. “I'm an Alpha of a pack down south. I'm here to warn her of impending danger.” Nick said. Nadine didn't know what was going on, so she kept mute and watched Nick speak confidently.

Nicolas’ss forehead wrinkled because the term was not familiar to him. "Ah! I mean, sort of Senior High School.” Keenan quickly corrected his question. “Oh. Yes. I go to school in New York City. Previously in London,” Nicolas said briefly. “Whoa!” Sixth was a bit surprised. “So you have lived abroad since you were a child? That's cool, Bro.”

He starts yelling now. "Oh don't be such a dickhead Cameron. Nick is the nicest guy I know in WSU! You're just freaking out cos you saw his shirt! You don't know him!" I tell him. He steps on the brake. "You don't even know that guy that well! Savannah that guy has a criminal record! Now don't tell me I don't know him cos I fucking do!" My eyes dilated. So it's true. Nick really did kill someone.

Robert said closely behind me, i may have forgottenn that he was with me. “Robert- its been like what, five years?” Nickerson said with the corner of his mouth in a sly grin, “College did do a good one on you, i remembered when you had braces and those stupid glasses that sits on your nose but here you are, escorting an extremely hot woman.” Nickerson said and i could feel Robert breathing pace increase. They had known each other, and probably gone to the same high school together.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”