Novel & Cerita Nick Scratch

Then he turned to me. “Stay here.” I raised an eyebrow immediately. “Not happening.” Damon sighed. “Gracelyn—” “I’m your Luna,” I said firmly. “And Viktor’s wolves are my problem too.” The silence stretched between us. Then Damon smirked slightly. Gods, that smirk. “You’re impossible.” “And you love it.” “Unfortunately,” he said. The baby let out a tiny squeak as if agreeing. Marcus chuckled. “Your child already has perfect timing.” ⸻

he said to his friends. Nick just rolled his eyes as a took yet another drag from his cigarette to which I cringed my nose in disgust. I walked closer to inspect them. There was a white one with flames finely imprinted on its sides and a few drawings of skulls. Then there was a red one which had a large scorpion drawn on its side with a few black strips across it and then finally there was the one that Nick was leaning on which I figured was his. It was a black spotless one with a Phoenix engulfed in flames from its wings to its head.

Nicholas snapped, his voice baritone and flat without a ripple of emotion. "Ah, really? Your eyes can't lie, Brother Nicholas. You haven't even blinked since five minutes ago," Rubby teased again, folding both arms across her chest with a lingering chuckle on her lips. Nicholas snorted harshly, adjusting the position of his Rolex watch with a rigid motion. "It is absolutely impossible for me to like a woman like her. She is a stranger, we don't even know her origins clearly. Don't involve me in your art studio affairs again," the man stated firmly, then turned around and walked away with wide, arrogant strides, leaving the studio corridor without looking back.

"Sorry! I... didn't mean to stare! She... looks like Jane." Nick's claws and fangs sank back inside, a frown quickly replacing the annoyance on his expression. He glanced around at his mate. 'Really?' Sara beamed in the open link. "Same fur," I replied simply.

“That’s an ugly name… uglier than the cat itself.” The effect was immediate. Scratchy's fur stood on end as he let out an aggressive yowl, nearly pouncing off my lap toward Thane while hissing and snarling like a tiny demon. I held him back firmly, speaking in soothing tones until he settled, though his eye never left Thane's face. Thane had curled up like a little kid, actually pulling his feet up onto the chair. "What the fuck? That ugly thing has a temper! Keep him away from me!"

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.

“Ms. Nicki has so many scars on her back!” As Mable walked to the bed, the scars on Nicki’s back were clear to see. At a glance, Mable recognized the scars to be from a whip. Some were deep, and others were shallow. Some of the scars were old, but some were still pinkish. The most serious scar was probably from three or four months ago. Although Grace did not like Nicki very much, she was stunned to see the scars all over the little girl’s body. “Who’s so cruel to abuse a child?”

I Have A Bad Past Unfortunately, Nick was not a patient person; he got closer and grabbed Lerina's jaw. "That's enough. You've tested my patience, stupid girl! I paid a heavy price for this body, so don't act so sad, understand?" Nick released his grip by slightly pushing Lerina's face. "Now, let's get started!" Nick pushed Lerina's body roughly with one hand, not caring about Lerina's cries. Nick immediately started his action by tracing every inch of Lerina's face with his fingertips.

After being exposed to paraquat, my internal organs felt as though they were being torn apart. I looked at the family in front of me with detest. The pain in my body made it impossible for me to stand up. "Haha, Mom, she looks like she is dying." Jessie Charles' son pointed at me and laughed, while Raymond Lockhart stroked the little boy's head and spoke lovingly, "Yes, she deserves it. She is a bad person. She stays in our house and refuses to leave."

My cheeks were wet with hot tears. I forced myself to my feet and clenched my fists. My feet dug into the ground, my jaw clenched and I had a thousand colorful words to say but I stuck to the same sentence as I dragged my feet towards the mirror. “Could you not pick someone else?” I asked again, this time, I could hear my words. “Could you not freaking pick someone else!” I snapped and slammed the mirror with my steel hair brush. It shattered before me and I saw myself in the millions of pieces that shattered on the ground, I fell to the ground, I could feel the shards dig into my skin and I grabbed one.