Nick Scratch Novels & Stories

I screamed as I rushed toward him and Frost who was slumped over. “But he was sneaking up behind you,” Nathan stated firmly and I shook my head. “He's my mate, Nathan,” I mumbled while he pulled out the blade. “Ouch, damn it,” Frost hissed and turned to glare at my old friend. “Sit down so I can apply pressure to it,” I said in concern. Grinning slightly Frost tilted my chin and smiled. “I will be fine. It's just a scratch. It wouldn't have happened if I weren't distracted by such beauty,” he mumbled.

Dylan asked, his voice soft. Nicola nodded, her eyes meeting each of theirs. “I am now. It's just a scratch.” She said nodding to side of her arm. "What we are gonna do with her ? " She asked pointing to Maddie's body and looked to Alpha Marcus.

“This will be healed by morning.” Cara held up her hand and wiggled her bright red fingernails. “Well, these outer scratches should heal, but this middle one,” she said, holding her middle finger up in front of Lily’s face. “This one is going to burn like a bitch.” “What did you do?” Lily screeched, as Cara laughed. “Just a little silver powder under the tip of my nail.” She examined her fingernail. “It’s all gone now though, it’s sprinkled through that little scratch of yours.”

He nodded and submitted our evidence. It was the complete redemption record for every single scratch card from the book Mom gave me at the start of the semester. 20 minutes passed. The judge frowned and looked up. "We have verified the codes on this book of scratch cards. Indeed, everything the defendant has provided is authentic. "This book of scratch cards cost 500 dollars. The total amount scratched from it was approximately 265 dollars. You intended for the defendant to live on just over 200 dollars for an entire semester?" Mom scrambled to defend herself. "She… She has good luck. Didn't she win five million? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

It was neat and tidy, with meticulous attention to detail. Nicholas took off his suit jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He poured tea for Charlotte and got some snacks for Krystal. Only then did Charlotte notice that Nicholas was likely around the same age as Griffith. However, their styles were completely different. He wore golden-rimmed glasses, seemingly for decoration, as he effortlessly charmed with his expressive, charming eyes. His gentle and captivating appearance starkly contrasted with his subtle flower-patterned tattoo on his wrist, adding a touch of allure.

Sweet stink. “What the—” He stared at it like it had just spoken. “This isn’t mine.” Rachel’s face shuttered. “Nick—” “No. No. That’s not—” He turned the pocket inside out like it might produce a receipt. Only lint and skin and a few grains of sand fell out. His skin crawled. “Nathan,” he said, the name sour. “Little fucker.” “Deal with it later,” Rachel said, already moving. “We’re going.”

Rob screamed desperately as Nick punished his mate with blood sucking kisses. “C’mon Nick. Punish the slut harder,” I cheered on and dodged a flying shoe just in time before it hit my beautiful face. Soon Rob was adorned with a necklace of red hickeys around his neck and he looked ready to beat up his mate and me. “Here you go. Now you are my marked bitch,” Nick proudly claimed as he let go off of his mate. “No one will dare to ignore those and my mate mark now,” he happily announced pleased with his artwork.

She had no idea. Nash added, "Go get your bubble tea." "Don't talk!" Nina had no intention of having bubble tea anymore. "Quincy, go buy some bandages!" "Okay." Quincy spotted a nearby pharmacy and hurried over. Nina looked up, "What happened?" Nash gazed into her eyes, his tone more restrained, "I might have accidentally been scratched by a dart just now." "Does it hurt?" "Yes," Nash replied. Nina helped him sit on a nearby bench, "Be careful, even minor wounds take several days to heal."

Good. 'Are you having a good time, my pet?' SCRATCH 'Are you enjoying yourself, my pet?' SCRATCH 'Do you need to cum, bitch? SCRATCH 'Are you ready to die, my love?' SCRATCH He lay whimpering helplessly as the blood trickled down his chest and on to the sheets. In another life he would need many stitches, but not in this one. I drew a finger across his wounds and dabbed a drop of blood on the end of his nose. For a moment I smiled from a memory of my childhood and then grew cold. Marcus had once looked like that on a cold day, nose and cheeks red from running a foot race. My only love...

"Indulge in your voice while you can. There will come a time when screaming will not be an option. Also insulting Nickel only turns him on. More tethers, the servant needs to be stilled." The tom ran his paws over Spitfire's marked arms, hovering, not touching. The lines began to glow. And then they began to itch. "Then me and Nickel are going to get along just fine." Spitfire snarled, trying to ignore the itching feeling. It was bad enough that he'd been Marked just a few hours ago and the tattoos hadn't fully healed. But now this dickhead was using some kind of magick to make them itch like the ink was made of poison ivy. "Because I've got nothing but insults for this limp-dicked moron. He