Nicki Age Novels & Stories

"What's going on Signora?" I decided to extend my survey. "How old were you when you first had sex?" "Sixteen." He blushed. "Was she older?" "No. Same age. Why do you ask Signora?" Nicko is around this doomed age bracket. I tapped my feet impatiently. I can't wait to get in there! "Open the damn door!" He managed to get the door opened. "Mom what are you doing? Are you trying to piss me off?" He questioned when I stormed in.

Claire Henderson looked at the pictures on her desk. In the back of her mind, she knew this was going to happen. She was surprised that it hadn't happened sooner. Nick looked so young in the photo, eighteen, still a child in many ways. Though he was sensible most of the time, and she knew that he was a good man.

The idiot runs behind us. “Wait! What did TR378 mean?” “You bought me time. You kinda saved my life,” Niki’s response leaves me thinking of a multiple scenario’s. She was about thirteen years old nine years ago. It’s the same period uncle needed to have his finger amputated. I learned recently that Niki was the one who bit it. I wonder if it was the same incident or a different one. “I don’t get it,” Marcus confesses. I increase my pace to end this discussion.

"Nicki!" It had been almost two months since Spike last saw Nicki. "Hubert!" "Nicki, I've brought you lots of gifts." Spike hopped out of the car and instructed the servant to take out his luggage, which contained the gifts he had bought for Nicki. Nicki, with her hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a peach-colored dress, looked lively and adorable at seven years old. "Nicki." Blair ruffled Nicki's hair and suddenly thought of Little Lemon.

Amber pointed out. Nic couldn't help but look over toward Antonio. He felt an instant pang of jealousy that Victoria would claim that prick as her date. In truth, he didn't really know the kid, but he better not dare touch her. Nic wasn't sure why he was thinking so possessively of her, but fuck it, she was with him—end of story. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Amber said, dragging everyone's attention back to Victoria. Victoria exhaled. "Twenty-three."

Mom calls my attention and I go back to help her. “What is going on with Nick?” I ask directly. “Nothing you need to worry about. He is 23 he hasn’t found a mate and as you know he is waiting for his mate. Dad is dealing with it,” Mom hands me the bow l of marshmallows. “So you keep your underage nose out of it.” “I’m only underage for 3 more months,” I remind her. “My brother is clearly hurting, and I want to help him. What is wrong?”

was the highlight of the news. Annah was 24 and by law she was definitely not a minor. As for Nicklaus, she doesn't know how old he was, he looked like someone in his 30's or more or less and also young enough to be the President of his own company... But it didn't matter since Annah would be 25 soon. Besides, she was mature enough to be with anyone she wanted. Experience taught her everything and helped her with her charisma and her way of thinking. How dare those stinky reporters call her a minor?

Seeing Nikki's figure at that time, he was determined to protect her for the rest of his life. If anyone had told him that he was a weirdo and had lost his sanity for liking a woman much younger than him since she was eight years old, thinking of him as a paedophile, he would not blame it. It was also the reason why he only visited her until she was ten years old and managed to complete all the therapy and medication she needed in order to return to her normal life as before.

I can’t forget about that night. “Are you okay?” He asked worriedly after I massaged my temple. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I’m fine. Can we talk now?” I glanced at the girl beside Nicholas after she giggled. I stared at her. Even with aviators, I can see how familiar she is. “I’ll look after Nicholai. Go on and talk.” I nodded at the girl. “How old are you?” She was stunned but she answered. “Eighteen.”

She sighed and slowly slid down while she looked at me, stopping when her knees were bent and she was in a squatting position. “The party has arriiivveed,” she sang. Nikki wore fitted jeans, black fuck-me heels and a short red cropped t-shirt showing off her belly. Her makeup was done and her hair was up in a high tight ponytail. She called it her battle hairstyle. She said it made her feel like a “boss bitch”. She stood to her feet and looked around. “Just us?” She asked. “You didn’t see Mavy when you came through the front door?” I asked.