Novel & Cerita Nick Scratch

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

Adrian, Gloria, and Mya exchange glances upon hearing his words. Lacey hastily asked, “Did you locate the Nihil Pill and Snowspirin?” Nicholas did not answer, and instead suddenly clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He then collapsed to the ground. Adrian grabbed Nicholas’ arm and pulled him to his feet. Lacey went up to Nicholas and forcefully unbuttoned his top to reveal a deep wound on his chest. It looked like it was caused by sharp claws, and the flesh around the wound was black.

“Yes, totally fine” He smiles at my confirmation, the knife pushing slightly harder as he pulls it down my arm, a few faint spots of blood showing. It isn’t hurting. It feels like a scratch. The needles and whip caused more pain. His other hand grabs the ice, rubbing it down the scratch. A moan escapes my lips as the toys continue to vibrate. Reaching the end of the scratch, the crop hits hard against the scratch.

The doctor used the word recoverable, and Sophia broke down crying for the third time that morning. I left them alone after that. Some moments were too fragile for witnesses. Marcus was two floors down in a different wing, sitting on an examination table while a doctor wrapped his ribs. The bandages circled his torso in tight white layers. His hand had been stitched. Twelve sutures across knuckles that were already scarred from the fight with David. The doctor said he would heal, but the ribs would take weeks, and he should not lift anything heavier than a coffee cup until then.

Sure, I understood why Steel was pissed off at him, but a man could only take so much bitching… From the corner of my eye, I caught Grace, who was still busy patching up Knives, who looked worse for wear. Steel had walked away with nothing more than a split lip and a bruised chin, while Knives looked like someone had put him through a meat grinder. Not that anyone could tell with all those tattoos, but still… “What’s up?” I asked, giving Cracker my full attention. “Are you claiming Grace?” she asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at me. And although the question surprised me, it still stung!

Nick stormed out, clutching his jacket in his hand. He drove in anger, smoking a cigarette and clutching the wheel so hard, his knuckles turned white. The threat ringing in his head like the loudest bell in the world. It was a twenty five minute drive back to his place. Once he got home, he went straight for a decanter and a glass. Needing that glass of whiskey now more than ever. That seemed to be the case these days. He drank too much and did too much cocaine to shut it all out. But in the morning it was back again like it never left. He started to pace the length of the livingroom.

Brianne cleared her throat and answered Nicholas and glance at Sabrina who look like she is about to explode in annoyance and anger. “I see, I never heard of her. It’s nice to meet you.” Nicholas said to Sabrina. “You got some jokes, Nicholas,” Sabrina said and laugh and Nicholas frown. “It’s impossible that you know her, and you don’t know me.” She added arrogantly.

Someone screamed out. I held Yannick’s fur-covered arms as he continued to raise me above the air. Second by second, I was losing my oxygen supply and that’s when I unconsciously used my own claws to scratch him by the face. Yannick quickly let go out of me and I hit the ground pretty hard. While Yannick was squirming from the scratch, I quickly moved away from him. I thought that was enough to buy me time but apparently, it wasn’t enough. I felt Yannick kicked and pinned me on the ground using his feet.

From today on, he's not getting any more snacks! Jack suddenly seemed to realize something. "We never gave Owen any allowance money. You're the one who bought him all these snacks, aren't you?" I ignored him and took a cold water bottle from the fridge to press against Owen's cheek. Only after the swelling started to go down did I let out a sigh of relief. Jack became even more furious at my silence and rolled up his sleeves like he was ready to take matters into his own hands. "Fine! If Simon won't, I'll teach you a lesson myself!"