Nicky James Author Novels & Stories

That girl agreed to meet again! James: ‘God she was hot! Wish I could have her. Screw her hard and fast!’ Nico: ‘FUCK OFF! Don’t talk about her like that.‘ Wow! Ok! None of my business. It’s a hookup. Fuck! It’s none of my business. I called the number. While the phone rings, my mind runs around with newfound information. James: ‘God she was hot! Wish I could have her. Screw her hard and fast!’ Jerk!

I huffed out a weak breath that might be a laugh. “The chair started it.” He didn’t smile. “Nico has been asking for you,” he continued. “Every hour. He stopped yesterday.” That got my attention. I straightened slightly, my stomach tightening. “Stopped?” “Yes. He said there was no point anymore.” The words landed heavier than any accusation. I swallowed hard. “He’s angry,” I said, even though it sounded like an excuse. “No,” James replied gently. “He’s disappointed.” Silence stretched between us. I rubbed my eyes and pressed my fingers into the sockets until I saw stars. When I lowered my hands, the mess was still there. The bottles. The papers. The evidence of a man who ran instead of fixi

There are only five people inside and Nick is behind the bar. “Oh, shit.” He says and James moves fast, jumping over the bar and grabs the back of Nick’s shirt. “Everyone out.” I say, and everyone moves. “I don’t know nothing man, get the fuck off me.” Nick is trying to get out of Jame’s hold, but he won’t be able to. James and I have put the hours in the gym. We are like mountains, unmovable. “Where is Faye heading?” I get down to it, not wanting to waste any time. Nick looks at me and shakes his head and James clicks his tongue before he slams Nick’s face down on the bar with his forearm against the back of his neck.

James raged out. “This is an office setting. You should mind what you say.” Lucas warned. In another compartment, Niko was smiling as he watched the computer. His brother's angry face had given him so much pleasure that he almost pissed in his pants. “An office setting! I loosed all my shares because of this! I loosed everything I had because of this! And you’re telling me this is an office setting!” James raged. Lucas stood up from the chair, straightening the crease on his suit before walking to where James was seated.

She was an Author best known for her unusual calmness in every situation yet right now… “Huh. Do you think so too, Nicky?” His tone was laced with sarcasm but it seems to hit the right buttons as Nicholas suddenly looked lost, no...He looked like he was thinking about it, he looked like he was calculating. Rain knew that look and she didn’t like it one bit! “I…I…I don’t know,”

"I want them to taste the things I can do... by blood. I want them to hear what I can make them do by breaking their bones and make them scream. I want them to see how I can do things that they can't imagine. If that's what they thought of me then, expect the unexpected." Nick was baffled to Mahiriko's speech and can't even chew or swallow what he have inside his mouth. "That's the truth you want to hear and the things I want to say." Mahiriko whispered and turn his gaze on Nick before smiling. "Wow... that's-- that's actually... fantastic. Yah can be a great author for a murder story, should I look for an open job?" Nick laughed and almost choked so he drink his water. "Thanks but I prefer

It was also clear that he thought I was the same submissive pup that I had been all of my life… or at least the same angry but submissive pup that I had been the past six years. When my father was done saying all that he wanted to say, I got up and left. I figured I had better things to do than fight with this wolf that I barely recognized anymore. I suppose he has probably always been the same wolf that he is now, but the more I change and grow, the more I see him through new eyes. And I do not like what I see. **** I was headed to Joey and Jessica’s house when Nick stopped me. “James, I really need to talk to you.”

Multi-millionaire writer Nicco Moretti, possibly the richest thriller author in the world. And he’s holding on to me. But James is possibly right outside those huge double doors, and until he’s caught, every “spot-the-famous-person” game I want to play just has to stay on standby. “That’s a first,” I hear Nicco’s deep, animated voice comment. What? Oh, God. I’d barely realized I even made a comment. I turn to him, his brown eyes watching me, and I think back to when I’d been 20, imagining a moment like this. You know… minus the maniac ex-boyfriend.

"Let me call my contacts. Other marshals. FBI. We'll raid every property Victor owns. Find James. Extract him." "How long will that take?" "Days. Maybe a week." "I don't have a week." "Then we make a stand. Here. Now. Force Victor's hand." "And James dies." "Maybe. Or maybe Victor's bluffing. Maybe James is already dead and this is elaborate manipulation." Nickey's phone buzzed. Video call incoming. Unknown number. He answered. James appeared. Live. Real-time. Someone held a gun to his head. "Nickey," James said. His voice broke. "Please. Do whatever they want. I can't die like this. Not after surviving the fire. Not after two years of hell. Please."

In my mind, it makes absolute and total sense that if Nicky is busy with a baby, he absolutely deserves and would be an amazing Dad to, he won’t have any time to meddle with me. So I can’t just quit. Not even in a naughty secretaries outfit with coffee staining my blouse, bush tangling my hair, and less than an hour for me to meet Courtney. Even if the incomplete, as much as the unknown weren’t terrifying to autistics, I’d stay the course if only to put the latest ‘adventure or chapter’ of the catastrophe cat to bed. Maybe Nicky really is writing a book, like he says.