Nick Scratch Novels & Stories

Or a fraud? Scarlett seized the moment, her voice a whip of sarcasm. “Miss Nixon, it seems your 'devotion' was built on a foundation of sand.” She picked up a shard, holding it to the light. “I thought this was Black Mountain Jade. It’s just glass—cheap, brittle trade-glass. You were so desperate for a miracle you didn't even check the bones of your own gift.” The snickers of the rival Alphas were like poison to Bria’s pride. She marched forward, her scent turning lethal. “This is impossible! I paid a fortune in silver for the materials!”

That was when I noticed it. Something was different. My eyes narrowed. At first, I thought it was a crack in the stone. A tiny imperfection near the edge of the window frame. But the longer I stared, the more certain I became. It wasn't a crack. It was a mark. I stepped closer. My pulse instantly quickened. Three scratches. Three deliberate scratches carved into the stone. Faint. Almost invisible. The kind of thing anyone else would overlook. But not me.

Nick poured us some wine and dimmed the light so that the candles could shine in their beauty. ”This is amazing,” he smiled and filled my plate before his own. I stared at him, his beautiful eyes that glittered under the light of the fire, his chiseled jaw, and his smooth lips. He rolled his sleeve up and I saw the tattoos that he had on his left arm. It was an angel with a wolf behind it.

He felt guilty for his words. "You always order around me and shout at me. I don't like your snobby nature." Lisa complained and scrunched her nose. "OK! I won't order you-if you promise me to be obedient." Brad looked at her from peripheral vision. "Pinky promise." Lisa held out her pinky finger. Brad liked his pinky finger with her and a rare smile appeared on his lips. Lisa then closed her eyes and went into a deep slumber. ~~~~~~

“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?”

Nick knocked him off him. Nadine wanted to help, but Nick shook his head at her and pointed away from them. Nadine took this as a command to run the hell away, and for once, she decided to listen to Nick without complaining, running away with all her might. Jonathan got up and attacked Nick. Nick clawed at him and immediately retracted his appendage as pain shot from his claws to his brain. Jonathan smiled, tearing the remains of his shirt off to show a breastplate of silver underneath.

He couldn't understand why Nick was taking so much time and looking at that scar with so much concentration? To him it appeared like a normal burn that had healed but left a scar behind. Although, he did notice something different in it but he ignored it thinking it might be a pattern formed accidentally during healing. He looked at Nick and asked," What are you looking at, Nick? Did you notice something?"

This was the spark he needed to ignite his plan and deepen his seduction, turning desire into a weapon. Trina straightened up, brushing her hair back with a light, teasing laugh. “Oh, look at that! I’ve made quite a mess, haven’t I?” she said, her voice playful as she reached for a cloth to wipe her hands. Nickey held the memo tightly, pretending casual composure while his thoughts churned. “It happens. Need a hand with this?” he asked, his eyes tracing her every move, noting every curve and gesture.

"Alpha Leo, our marking ceremony has the attention of the entire Alliance. I'm your mate. How am I irrelevant?" Leo's handsome face twisted into a mocking expression. "So, you do know the marking ceremony has the attention of the entire Alliance! A lowly werewolf coming to the Moon pack? You must have schemed quite hard for this." He looked me up and down with disgust. "But let me tell you. You're nowhere near worthy of becoming my Luna. If it weren't for what your pack offered, why would you even be standing here? Stop humiliating yourself." His eyes filled with endless contempt. "Too bad your pack is so pathetic. The resources they could provide were barely worth mentioning."

Nick says picking up the brittle looking cutters. He walked back to Nick and held them up. “These are not very sharp, but I think we can get them to work.” Nick takes them and tries to open the cutters. He barely got them loose and started to walk back to the truck for some wd-40. He sprayed the cutters and grabbed a knife sharpener. Once the cutters moved freely he started to sharpen the blades.