Nick Scratch Novels & Stories

Lacy joins him, and you can tell from her fighting style she is her father's daughter. I hear a scream from behind me. I turn, and I see a scarred-faced elderly woman running toward me with a syringe in her hand. I grab her writs and snap it. Then I feel a burning stab in my back shoulder right in my Alpha mark. I look over my shoulder, and Nox is about to pull out the knife and stab me again. I toss the old woman to the ground and punch Nox square in the nose. He stumbles back, and his eyes are watering. It gives me a chance to pull the knife out of my back. As soon as the blade is out, I can feel it start to heal. Wolves heal quickly, but with my enhanced fae healing, this silver was nothi

He chuckled in that dark tone that sent fear creeping into me. I frowned at his words. “Restore what?” The door opened and the pack witch, Sabrina walked in. My heart pounded fast as I glanced up at her with hope. She used to be close to my father. I'm sure she can help me escape from here. “The pack witch will restore our bond. It's faint because you had rejected me a thousand years ago... but don't worry, I've already forgiven you and want us to work things out. Unfortunately, she can’t break the bond between you and that other mate of yours..." He trailed off and then smirked at me. "But I’ll have you reject him soon, no need to feel bad.”

That told me everything and nothing at once. “You punched something.” “Several somethings.” I glanced up at him. “Trees don’t talk back, Nicklaus.” “That’s why they’re safer.” I looked back down, focused on a particularly bad gash near his thumb. “You’re going to scar.” “I already have.” That made my chest ache a little, but I didn’t say anything to that, just kept cleaning. He was quiet as I worked, his breath slow... until I pressed a little too hard near the edge of a split knuckle.

In the evening, just before bed, I heard scratching sounds at the door. I thought it was a lost kitten or puppy from somewhere, but when I opened the door, I found Nicholas standing outside with his neck slightly arched. His Adam's apple was bobbing up and down, and his eyes were red and swollen. The smell of alcohol mixed with the humid air immediately enveloped me. I took a step back and opened the door, and his body fell to the ground with a thud when he lost his support. He seemed not to feel any pain. He just stared at me blankly without saying a word.

They could replicate any taste for him. “I know that but why don't you try once?” Sabrina asked him. She was not going to listen to his old excuses. She was Sabrina Taylor and she gets what she wants, “I know that Nicholas Hart has a particular way of life but since you are not in your country, you can just be the Nick I used to know who loved being a wild teenager. You can be him again.”

Not so surprisingly, the scream came out of Nick. “What's wrong with him?” Sebastian asks himself in a mumbling voice. Turns out, Nick is terrified of snakes and he volunteered to work on a stall which will offer entertainment with animals and their speciality is snakes. Guess what? He came face to face with a small snake which drew that terrible scream out of him. Apparently, he was so freaked out that he toppled over a hard object, hurting himself in the process. Sebastian doesn't understand how a stall like this got approved in the first place.

But I loved him and will always do—I guess. "Should I give you my mark too?" I wonder. "It'll surely suit you." Nicholas grunted, removed his shirt, and revealed his back to me. "Don't the scrapes suffice?" I bite my bottom lip and trace the marks on his back. The lines are like a cat's paw scratching him. There were far too many. But I don't remember doing anything like that. "Sorry..." was all I could say out of guilt. But he never complained. So I think he was okay with it.

She's so close to coming and squeezing the life out of my cock so hard that I don't even know how im holding on anymore. "I pull away from the kiss and kiss along her jaw and neck until im once again lapping at her mating spot. I nip suck and lick the spot softening it up ready for what I want to do to it. "Nick!" She cries out my name as her orgasm hits her and I bite down into her neck hard marking her. Finally, making her mine. Once she's come down from her orgasm I pull my teeth out of her skin and lick the wound to help it hell. She looks thoroughly fucked and sated and so goddam beautiful.

"I know Kathleen, Luna. We're just friends. That girl likes tall, buff, and handsome men! I'm not tall or buff, but I am handsome!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Then if that's the case, her type would be your friend, Nick." Arnold paused and Nick shook his head. "Not interested." Arnold looked at him curiously. "Why not? You're already twenty-four, and you still haven't found your mate. Is it because of the scar on your face? I'm telling you, you're handsome and cool! Don't look down on yourself." Nick sighed. "I'm not. I just don't like it."

"Scram. Leave me alone!" With that, I turned to leave. However, Jeremy clamped down on my wrist, his voice almost pleading as he cried, "Vi, you can't do this to me! We've been together for five years! Five years! "When your father died, I was right there with you! I helped you hold up Sadler Group! And now, you want to break up with me? Doesn't that weigh down on your conscience?"