Romans & histoires Nick Scratch

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

Nick pretends not to notice, his expression doesn't change, and then he makes the same movement to the other breast, and again I let out another low moan. "Because of the clips around it, there are small purple spots, you need to apply more of the healing ointment." I don't heal as quickly as an Alpha, but it's better than a human's and it still leaves marks. Nick's voice doesn't change, but for me, it becomes more and more mesmerizing. I want to move, I want to say something, but I can't. I'm stuck in his eyes and I want to feel his touch and hear more of his voice.

“No—no, no. Please, take me back, I don’t like it here. Take me with you. You’re here to take me with you?” “Maybe?” I said and tutted. “Or maybe not.” He looked away still shivering like a cold chick on a rainy day. I squatted in front of him. “Are you cold?” He didn’t say anything, just kept shaking. I studied his face—‘How is it that he’s still fine with those scars?’ “Felix.” “Mm?” He answered. “Why is it that he’s still recognizable? Didn’t I say redesign his face?” “Forgive me.” He laughed as he walked to the little fridge in a corner and took out a bag of chips and a can of coke. He placed both on a table next to the fridge and picked up a wooden bat which was leaning against the wall

, he asks scratching his neck awkwardly to which I smile and nod my head. “of course”, Jackson mumble irritated as he press his lips together making me roll my eyes. Nick is a tall Australian guy with brown hair and eyes, it would be unfair if I tell he isn’t hot, he is but not as much as Ivan. In fact after seeing Ivan no one matches his looks. He is a sexy Greek god I won’t get tired watching him and his eyes oh my god! “say cheese”, nick coos bringing his phone out for a selfie. I smile blush on cheeks not so clear in the camera.

“Oh baby girl, I don’t think I even need to” “You can’t be serious?” I asked Nathan laying my body on top of his, my chest on his as we spoke, my hand resting on his chest as I drew patterns over his chest, my eyes catching sight of the scratch he had gotten from Celine when she tried fighting him away, not wanting him to take her with him to the castle, my eyes widened when I first saw it after I had calmed down, but Nathan insisted that it would be healing in a bit, I knew that it would due to him being a wolf, but that still didn’t make it okay for her to scratch him like she did, but of course Nathan being the gentleman that he was, didn’t allow me to go and teach her a lesson when I did

The mixed signals leave me feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty, my mind racing with unanswered questions. I grimace, a sharp sting slicing through the haze of confusion as I feel a searing pain on my thigh. Lowering my gaze, I discover a jagged cut marring my skin, crimson droplets staining the pristine sheets beneath me. Nickolas pulls his claws to his lip and wipes his hands clean of my blood with a napkin from his pocket.

“What? You want me to turn around and stare at you while you stand there breathing down my neck? That’s not weird at all.” He didn’t move. I felt his hand come up and the tips of his fingers brushed the side of my neck right where the mark was. I flinched hard and the chair creaked under me. The second his skin touched that spot the memory of Lily’s mouth hit me all over again and my face went hot. “That’s not a scratch,” he said. “Stop lying about it.” “It is a scratch. I told you. I must have done it in my sleep. People scratch themselves. It happens. You’re acting like I got branded.”

I am pressing him into the locker. "Let go of me!" he cries out in pain. "What's happening in here?" shouts coach Brimworth. I shoved Nate away. "I said, What's happening here?" Coach Brimworth's voice is louder. Coach Brimworth viewed me as I huffed, angry, and soon his gaze lowered to the floor, seeing my broken goggles. He goes to take up a piece. "Nate, is this yours?" he asks. "Yes, sir," I say. "My 10-year-old sister gave it to me before she died from cancer." Tears come down as I say it.

Mom and Dad switch my and my brother's weekly allowances to a lottery ticket system to toughen us up. Each weekend, Daryl Gray and I get five scratch-off lottery tickets, and whatever we win becomes our allowance for the following week. Daryl is always lucky enough to win at least 150 dollars per ticket, which is enough for him to enjoy eating out, buying new sneakers, and even buying juices and snacks for his classmates. However, the most I have ever won is a single 50-dollar ticket. Usually, I'll only win about ten dollars in total, but if I'm really down on my luck, I won't even win a single dollar from them. If that happens, I'll have to rely on the extra five dollars I saved from th

Rachel snorted in annoyance and said, "I also wasted my time, and I have no regrets because I do like you!" Nicko responded coldly, "You really are stupid. Instead of wasting your time chasing me. You better just look for a single man out there. They are not married and don't have a girlfriend. It is more appropriate for you to take a serious relationship." Nicko stopped for a moment, then chuckled, "Or maybe you're not selling anymore?"