Nick Scratch Novels & Stories

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.

Still catching my breath, I held onto his hand and tried to look for his fingernails but his nails weren’t long enough to create a cratch. “How did you do this?” I asked, confused. “Hmm?” He didn’t mind my question, he continued on kissing my neck, slightly biting on it. “You’ll leave a mark in there, Brandon…” That’s when he stopped then withdrew his cock inside me. He flipped me over and he lowered his head, taking the tip of my boob in his mouth. “Oh!” He licked the part that he unintentionally scratched before sucking on my nipple. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to harm you…”

Her voice quivered as she spoke, the memories hauntingly vivid. Adam listened attentively, his expression growing more somber as he absorbed the weight of Irene's revelations. After a brief silence, he couldn't help but pose the question that had taken root in his mind, "You were scratched by Lucian?" With a sense of apprehension, Irene rolled up the sleeve of her hospital gown, exposing the scar on her upper arm. It was a haunting, deep scar that resembled a claw mark, and it had marred her skin for as long as she could remember.

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?"

Warning: Mature Content ahead I groaned silently in frustration as I watched Jin leave. As for Scratch, he grunted in annoyance inside my head. "I have a bad feeling about that guy around our mate." I sighed in response. "You think? Whatever, it's her life and her decision." However, Scratch snapped. "No, she's OUR mate and you should quit being a pussy and claim her already before it's too late." I blinked in confusion. Where was this attitude coming from?

"My lungs are kind of killing me, so I need it to breathe…" "Oh, I see…" Alexa nodded, as she was kind of awkward talking about disease. "It must be hard to wear that mask, especially considering I scratched your mouth yesterday." "Does the scratch still hurt?" she asked suddenly, eyeing the faded scratch on Nicholas's lip. Nicholas could only give an awkward smile as he rubbed it. "A little. But it's okay. No need to worry…" "Oh…" "By the way—" "Anyway, what's in that paper? Is it an award certificate or something?" Alexa asked quickly, which immediately made her curse herself. Why do you sound so nosy, Alexa? What if Nicholas Alexander is uncomfortable and—

"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.

Nick's killing instincts roared to life. Nick crossed over to them in one strides and forcefully wrenched Angela from his hold. Aicher only gaped at him with a paled expression. The effect of alcohol washing away, his body limped with absolute dread. Angela fell against his hard chest, sobbing. Nick lowered his gaze to her. He noticed scratch marks over her neck and shoulder. Her sleeves were torn. The more he looked at her, the angrier he felt. He was going to burst his head for laying a hand on her. He gently wiped her tears and lifted her face to make her look at him.

His mouth split into a grin as he knelt beside me. “Tell your sister I said hi. Don't leave out the fact that I miss her, and often think about her." he whispered, crouching down, aiming for my throat. He lifted the knife, ready to slit my throat. But before he could... CRACK! A blur, and then a sharp scream. The crack was sickening. Nick’s eyes instantly rolled back after one hit. Nick fell to the ground like a sack of bricks, the back of his head caved in. His body slumped over me, twitching once... then still. I blinked in shock as he crumpled beside me