Nick Sans Novels & Stories

“Let me go!” “Not a fucking chance.” Nikolai’s voice was low. He shoved me against the wall of the stall, blocking every escape route. “Please,” I gasped, hand flying to my stomach. “Please, just let me go.” “Let you go?” He let out a humorless laugh. “You disappear for five months and think I’ll just let you go?” “I’m not part of your pack anymore,” I said, breath shaking. “You have no claim on me.”

“Hello, Nick.” “Damn!” Nick stood up and walked around. He was the son of a Russian Mafia but was disowned for making a decision that costed his sister her life. I first met him in training as a young pup. After a brief hug, he shook Travis’s hand. “Good to see you. Must be doing well for yourself?” Nick moved to sit back down and we took the chairs in front of his desk. My eyes instantly went to his knuckles. They were opened. “I wasn’t expecting you.” Nick caught me looking at his hands. Holding them up, he flexed them. “I was busy.”

he says, shrugging. I narrow my eyes at him, as I’ve noticed he’s spending a considerable amount of time around Rosa, Nik’s girl. Although, currently they’re on a break. “Me neither,” Nik says, shaking his head. “Rosa’s being a bitch.” My eyes narrow in on Rizzo’s fists as he clenches them, rage sparking in his eyes. “You should cut your girl some slack, Krushev,” Rizzo says. Nik just glares at him. “Mind your own fucking business.”

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

Nicholas intended to campaign for that position. “I need that position at all costs,” Nicholas said, hardly looking up from the stack of paperwork at his desk. Noah, perched on a nearby armchair, crossed his arms over his chest. “Knowing Kieran, you’d better prepare to kiss a whole lot of ass over the next year. He’s not as much of a slippery bastard as Gray is—was—but he’s still a jackass just like the rest of them.”

Before he could ignore their shameless gazes Kwan gave them a nod to leave and just like that, obediently they left. "Abaddon! Why are you ruining all the fun?" One of the five men spoke. Clearly, they knew each other. "And who is that?" They all turned to Nicklaus, studying him carefully as if he was some unknown creature. Oh yes, he was. Probably the first of his kind. "This is Nicklaus. I am sure you heard of him." The man was about to take a sip from his drink when he suddenly paused. His gaze turned slowly into one of anger and disgust. Kwan ignored their reactions and continued with his introduction.

Nikki: “Doctor Wolfe is great. She is actually a member of the Desert Moon pack, so I don’t have to hide what I am during therapy.” Frankie: “That is so awesome. You’ll actually be able to truly benefit from being able to be completely honest.” Nikki: “Yes, she has me journaling this week, so that I can get my thoughts and feelings down for next week’s session.” Frankie: “Sounds perfect. So not to change the subject, but what are you wearing right now?” Nikki: “Oh, just a lace bra and thong.” Frankie: “Oh? Well that’s quite an image to have in my head. Are your nipples hard?”