Nick Scratch Novels & Stories

Someone had mistakenly scratched her while they tried to reach out to them. “Oh, God. I am so sorry. I…” “It is just a scratch. Don’t overreact,” She smacked. “But, still…” “I am fine.” “Hey, drive the car down to the U-turn across Travis avenue. I’ll be waiting, hurry,” Nicholas said to his driver on the phone. “Now? I thought you were going home with us.” “Why would I? I had entered the car because I definitely would not have tried to go past those people.”

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

Nick said to me while cocking his head. __________ SFTC: Not Made For This World - Tove Lo

“Dispose of the body with acid. The bratva doesn’t need to know he isn’t part of the puzzle we left.” Nicolas’s nostrils flared as he nodded. “You look worn out.” “Not worn out, fucking itching with energy and not the good kind.” He slapped me on the shoulder. “How about you spend some time with one of our whores, you know, blow off some steam?”

I moaned softly against his lips, nails lightly scratching down his back. “Nick… you feel so good…”

And the scars underneath. I still and look up to see Antonio enter. He pauses as he looks at his brother over my shoulder. "What happened?" "Her scars. I've felt them before, the first time we were inside you. But I didn't know there were this many. They are all over your back." Nick's words are clipped and angered. He's mad. Is it because I'm not as perfect as he thought I was? I take in a small breath and suck up the tears begging to fall. "I know that maybe they make me not as attractive but-" I begin, but then I'm roughly forced to turn around to face Nicholas.