Nick Wilde Vore Novels & Stories

Cold focus was. He walked to the bar cart, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and took a slow sip. His hand didn’t shake. His breathing stayed even. But inside, something dark and familiar uncoiled the part of him he had tried to bury since Elena came into his life. He made another call. “Blackwood,” a gravelly voice answered on the second ring. “What do you need?” “I just sent Victor Voss’s address. The old one on 14th. I need eyes on it right now. Thermal, audio if possible. The lady inside is my wife. Confirm she’s there and report back immediately.”

he asked in that mocking tone. “Wha…what do you mean by cousin?” Vivienne mumbles, turning her head slightly to take a look at me. Elena lifted her eyes. “Oh, you heard that clearly,” she said, smiling. Not the kind or warm smile she was known for, but the knowing, deceptive one that showed she had dark things in her heart. “Mr. Victor here, your so-called assistant, is none other than the supposed to be dead. Michael Wilmington.” My body went rigid.

This Blondie wasn't to be messed with, I can already sense the danger within him from miles. Another shiver traveled up my spine. "Nikolai Vladimir." He smirked introducing himself; my throat went dry as dust. I stare at him wide eyed, not believing I'm in the present of the Russian Mafia boss. He has been labeled Vince swore enemies on Tv, newspapers, magazines and billboards, but since I've never seen him. His photos in those news, did no justice to this beauty in front of me. Such a beautiful dangerous creature. I have a feeling, no scratch that. I know he kills with no remorse whatsoever, and I have a vague feeling I was his target. Well I hope not the killing part, but I was still his t

“You call dragging me out of my home protection? You call ignoring me the entire ride here protection? I’m terrified of you, Nikolai. Of what you are. Of what your world will do to me.” He didn’t answer. He didn’t reach for her. He just watched her, every muscle in his body tight with restraint. Before she could say anything else, his phone rang. Nikolai pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and answered without taking his eyes off her. “Matteo.” His brother’s voice came through, clipped and urgent. “We have a lead on Giselle. The Velvet Room. Get here now. Bring whatever men you can spare, this could turn ugly fast.”

Ryan couldn’t abuse her anymore because they were mated, but he could take the sex he wanted if she wouldn’t give it to him, and that was something he didn’t like. The car ride to the hotel was quiet, once they were there, a package was waiting for them at the front desk. There were guns with silver a few other things werewolves hated that would help Bobby when they decided it was time to attack the villa. He was getting excited to finally put an end to this mess. An end to Ryan and the American Italians and the trashy ways they made the other Italian mobsters look. “Well, Nikolai is expecting a war,” Mico said setting some of the stuff aside. “I guess he’s preparing us.”

(19). The Billionaire’s Bodyguard . By Pink-Butterfly . Chapter 19: . Wilder stepped into the van thinking about the conversation he had with Veronica. 'She can't hurt him, I'm with him 24/7 does she know I'm here in Orlando? Nah I hope not... never mind everyone knows we're here in Orlando' Wilder sighed buckling himself in. “Guess what" Asher nudged him, Wilder hummed listening. "I think Nikolai likes you, he kept talking about your hands" Asher said making Wilder choke on his spit and Malik snapping his head towards them.

Niccolo said as he took a cigarette out of his pocket. "Where is him anyway?" Vladimir asked as he pulled the chair next to Carter. "I don't have an idea but I saw him leave the mansion a while ago," Niccolo answered. "What color of car did he used?" "His red car." Vladimir stood up. "Oh fuck." "What's the matter, dude?" Carter asked. "He'll blow off steam and it means: he'll kill anyone he pleases to kill." "Oh fuck!" All of them except for Vladimir blurted.

Richie was by my side, his right hand on my shoulder, “You don’t get to see that around here.” “Oh,” I responded. Wilona strolled towards me with her hands on her hip and her head held up high. There was an undeniably challenging aura around her as she snickered. Her fangs subtly protruded from the corners of her lips, “This is getting interesting.” "Now," she purred, her tongue grazing her sharp canines in a deliberately seductive manner. I was sure I could see Richie drooling over her from the corner of my eyes. "Fight me with everything you've got."

The storm began long before the world even realized a hurricane was forming. Nikolai had been quiet all morning. The kind of quietness that didn’t mean peace, but chaos. The kind of silence a predator carried when he’d already chosen which part of the throat to tear open first. He sat in his study, his back straight, and his eyes cold, as a thousand tabs opened on the monitors in front of him. Every screen displayed a different piece of evidence, a different file, a different sin the Vanderbilts had committed over the years.

I had already prepared myself for the possibility that he wouldn't return at all. He handed me a necklace, a deep blue sapphire that gleamed coldly in the light—beautiful yet distant. As he clasped it around my neck, his cool fingers lingered on my skin, and a shadow flickered in his eyes. All I could think was these same hands had undressed Mara, touched her, held her in ways that made my stomach twist with revulsion. A wave of nausea surged, and I shoved him aside. Callum's face tightened. "Natalie, what are you—"