Nick X Ellis Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t help me. You don’t give a fuck about anything apart from yourself. But I don’t need your help. Once Mitch is in charge, I will be rich and powerful and people will treat me like they treat you now.” “Did you take down the grid?” Ellis asked. “That would be me,” the burning man said. “The name is Benji.” He punched her in the face and Ellis fell out of her seat and into the pool of Nin’s blood. She was so dazed by the blow that she couldn’t even roll over. Benji seized her by the lapels of her tunic and dragged her up. “Do you remember me? You set me on fire. Look at me!” Ellis did. She tried to hide the horror she felt. His face was riddled with scars and his mouth was curled i

“Liam–” “Get out,” I snapped. His face turned red. “You’re making a mistake.” “Get the fvck out before I make one,” I said, stepping closer. Ellis went completely pale as I cracked my knuckles. Pop-pop. He stumbled back, grabbed his briefcase, and rushed out. I sat down hard, grabbed my flask, and took a long drink. “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “That idiot tried to trade sex for a signature. Fvcking prick.”

She was shocked to see Nicklaus standing in front of her with a smile on his face. Seeing that Ellena did not speak for a long time, Nicklaus curled his lips in dissatisfaction. "Miss Ellena, it has only been a few days since we last met. And you do not recognize me!" Nicklaus had grown up very much. It had been four or five months since they last saw each other, and the change was a little big. He was wearing a simple white hoodie and pair of blue jeans. He looked young and energetic. Ellena called out in a daze, "Nick? Why are you here?"

"Nick is gay. Autumn kissed him in front of everyone because he asked her to." Ellie's face went from shock to anger. "'No. You're lying!" She shook her head. "Nick is not gay. He would have told me if he is. We are that close." Cas stepped forward. He fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen a few times before he shoved it in her face. "Well, how are you going to explain this?" I thought Ellie's eyes could not get any wider. "Where did you get this?" Curiosity got the best of me so I stood and walked to them, "Cassie, what is it?"

Nick and Elliott were sitting down in front of the TV playing Fifa. "I actually feel bad for Nick " I said as I walked in, "look at him, all alone." "I'm alone cos I want to." He said without turning to look at us, he was too busy concentrating on his game. "You're alone cos Jessica is testing you." Sasha said making Cindy chuckle. "Y'all a bunch of fuckers." He said as he tried to score a goal but the ball went too high and he let out an annoyed groan, Elliott laughed. I lift Cindy's feet and sit down, she then puts her feet on top of me.

The firm's shell company registration connects to someone named Conrad Ellis. Conrad Ellis. A name that appeared nowhere in eighteen months of background research on Damien Reeves. Someone above Damien. Someone who had been completely invisible until thirty minutes ago. And someone who had just exposed themselves to silence a man who hadn't spoken yet.

The way she'd looked at him when she realized he wasn't going to save her. "You bastard. I trusted you." Her words echoed in his head like a curse. Over and over until he wanted to scream. A knock came at his tent flap. "Go away," he said quietly. "It's Ellis." Nikolai's jaw tightened. Ellis was one of his few loyal men. The only one who hadn't looked at him with disgust after what happened. "What do you want?" "To talk to you." "There's nothing to talk about." Ellis pushed through the tent flap anyway. His face was worried as he looked at Nikolai's injuries.

“Is that so? Well, it’s a pretty lame excuse for a story don’t you have more interesting things to report on?” “Sure, plenty but he is the golden boy of the NHL, he’s a legend and it’s good feed for us.” Nick doesn’t budge, he’s kind of tall, taller than me but not as tall as Alex, he’s slender built but his T-shirt show that he does work out just not like a demon. “I’m not sure, we’re kind of private to be honest, Nick. We’re still a fresh couple and we don’t want the press in our faces too much.”

That laugh was way too smug. “Nothing.” He glanced at me with a half-smile. When I finished my steak, Nick casually pushed a piece from his own plate onto mine. “Try mine.” The tension between us had eased. The restaurant atmosphere turned unexpectedly warm and cozy. Just then, Nick’s phone rang. It was Vic. “What is it?” Nick picked up, his voice deep and composed. “Mr. Johnson,” Vic said respectfully, “our team found Eli in Australia.” Nick nodded slightly, voice calm. “Did you find out who sent him?”

I hid Xiamond from Justin, meeting him as Elise Carter, a coder with bite. His hazel eyes cut through me, his navy blazer sharp in the bar’s violet haze. “Elise Carter, coding prodigy,” he said, sliding bourbon my way, voice smooth as sin. “Nexus needs your fire.” I tossed my hair, scars buried. “Not tech-bro bullshit, is it, Drake?” We sparred for hours—his Nexus encryption dreams, my firewall designs, our hunger for control. “You see the game like me,” he said, his touch sparking heat. In his Tribeca loft, his lips scorched my throat, hands tearing my dress, our bodies colliding on leather. “You’re electric, Elise,” he growled, claiming me. “Be mine.” I fell hard, whispering, “I’m yours,”