Nick Scratch Novels & Stories

I sighed, not only was I not strong enough to keep her from turning feral but she actually was pulling me down too! Nick was sobbing again, more than once he asked me what he did wrong; why his mom still wanted him to die. I held his hand carefully, one of his arms was broken and the other was ripped up and bandaged. He also winced when he walked and I told Samantha that they probably need to check his ribs and legs for internal injuries as well. But the worst of all, Nick still hasn’t shifted yet. He will be stuck healing at a slower pace and will probably have a scar. Silently I prayed to the Moon Goddess for healing.

You did nothing but to continued the chase There's no changes in between. If you just hide the problem. "The hell, like looks like a worm how they still be strong!"Gavinwho was now enjoying, cut off their heads. "Yes, that's how it really is, it's not fragile you need to cut it off to finish" I said laughing. "Oh shitt!" I screamed out my lungs, when they scratched my shoulder. Too long and their fingernails are so long I feel dizzy after they scratch me maybe I have more than five scratches.

One thing about Nicki was that dhs doesn't accept defeat as an option, so she went to Samira who was grinning and gave her three resetting slap at a time and she fell to the ground and her cheeks began to heat up as the results of the slap. Nicki's wrist was bleeding badly that she lost alot of blood. She began to see blurly and she passed out immediately. CLINIC Nicki opened her eyes slowly and looked around, her eyes met with silver, naina and merrissa. " Hey you're awake" silver said and sat on the bed with Nicki. Nicki said nothing and looked around, then she noticed she was not in their dormitory. " Silver how long was I unconscious?" She asked and merrissa chipped in

He’s clean shaven with clear skin, and his cheeks are a soft pink under the vicious bruising starting to spread across his cheekbones and his straight nose. His hair is a chestnut brown and highlighted from the sun just like I remember, softly curling around his ears and forehead. He’s handsome, even with three deep scratch marks dribbling blood down his left cheek, swollen and angry. I look down at my broken nails. I just got them done, too, damnit. I roll my tongue across my teeth, spitting out another chipped tooth fragment. Oh well. The healing drafts will fix me up just fine… and I don’t plan to share any of it with him.

Nick's POV Sleeping was a dilemma. All Nick could think of was the look on Nita’s face. The last time he had seen her was five years ago, when he had shattered her heart while she was pregnant. Back then, he had thought death would be an escape, but even death refused him. He sat up, working again. He tried studying his competitors, but he couldn’t help but study Nicro Industries. Why there of all places? At the end of his research, he was able to discover that Nicro Industries was also going through brand theft. It seemed to be what employees loved to do now.

Nick snarls. I grip his shirt to make sure he doesn’t try to leave. “Calm down, babe; it’s not like me and him are sleeping together; the most he gets out of me are little tap kisses; it will be over soon; you just have to be patient.” I say. Nick glares at me, his eyes changing, his wolf trying to claw his way out. “Tell me, Riah, do you enjoy when his lips are on yours?” Nick is furious.

Nick curled the digit, searching, and when he found that hidden spot inside, Liam’s vision whited out. "Ahh...fuck! What the...oh god..." Nick chuckled darkly, rubbing that prostate with expert precision. "There it is. Your sweet spot. Feels good, doesn’t it? Better than any pussy you’ve ever fucked." He added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching Liam wider while his other hand jerked Liam’s cock faster.

He clutched his trembling Pomeranian tightly to his chest and turned to walk away unsteadily. Dexter still wasn't satisfied, so he turned back and dragged his key along the car, scraping off the paint and exposing the primer underneath. I crouched down and aimed my phone at the scratch before snapping a photo. Dexter kicked my phone away with a loud clatter. "What do you think you're taking pictures of? Who gave you the guts to do that? Do you think I'm scared of you calling the cops? Go ahead!" Just then, Jim Griffin, the property manager of the complex, walked over. His beer belly jiggled with each step. "What's going on? Why are you two arguing this early in the morning?"

Scratch muttered knowingly in my head. I growled in reply. “You're enjoying this whole thing, aren't you?” Scratch’s voice became more menacing as he snarled. “Dude, I couldn't care less about your delusions. Why would I enjoy you constantly trying to avoid our mate?! I want her and you do too, but you're just so stubborn.” I gritted my teeth, causing water to flow into my mouth. “Pfft. I don't want her, and that's final!” I shot back before turning off the shower.

"Yes." Latisha was really ruthless this time. Nick got a gash on his forehead and three stitches. "Does it hurt, Brother Nick?" Savannah looked at Nick guiltily. He was injured for her. Nick shook his head, with the corners of his mouth sinking slightly. "It doesn't hurt." This little injury was nothing to him, but it would probably be very painful for Savannah. Moreover, she would mind if she had a scar on her forehead. He was very glad that he moved quickly just now and blocked in front of her.