Nicky James Author Novels & Stories

Gemma woke up feeling relaxed and happy. She looked at her phone and there was a message from Grant, and Nicky… Grant said the usual sweet good night and hoped she will dream of him, how cheesy, Gemma thought to herself and smiled. Nicky left a few messages. Gemma read through them carefully and she immediately phoned her best friend. “Nicky, are you ok??” Gemma felt concerned and needed to hear her voice. “Hi Gemma, I am ok. I have had a rough weekend; it did not turn out at all how I hoped. And to top it all off, James left me!” Nicky started sobbing loudly into the phone.

I'd bought it at a high price from a private collector. It stood there quietly, as if smiling at me. I raised my glass and gently clinked it against the display case. "Merry Christmas." My phone buzzed. It was a notification from the bank. I'd never touched the 1.8 million dollars Alison paid me from selling the house. Today, I donated all of it to a public welfare program called Girls, Inc. It funded girls who, like me once, were drained by their own families and oppressed by parents who favored sons over daughters. I hoped they could get an education, break free from their circumstances, and build lives of their own.

Office workers and their lack of fashion sense. Moments later, Nicholas was getting dressed up, ready to leave, and as usual, James came to drive him to work. This made me wonder what James's personal life was like—did he have a girlfriend or was he gay? He certainly didn't look it, but he seemed like an average Joe. There wasn't anything specifically outstanding about him, as he was like a ball, well-rounded. With that, I got back to my room and prepared myself. I had my bath, then took out some casual clothes I could wear at home, and lastly, I had breakfast. Luckily for me, Neymar isn't out yet.

Nita's POV James stood up from his seat, his hand neatly placed into his pocket. His lips curled in a smirk as he stretched his hand out to Nita. “Nita Green. It's a pleasure seeing you again after all these years.” His eyebrow twitched slightly as his gaze swept over her. “You've changed.” Nita frowned. In what what? But she didn't voiced that out, she smiled. “For the better.” His smile didn't reach his eyes. Something about it told Nita he wasn't being entirely sincere. The last time she had met James, she hadn't gotten into a contract marriage with Nick.

Nico didn't live in Britas. He'd come there specifically for James. They interacted frequently, and their conversations spanned a wide range of topics, most of them revolving around financial investments. Nico had many women with him. They all got along well with Beverly and even taught her how to play Britasian card games. She didn't really understand the rules and couldn't play well, but she kept winning anyway. The women were constantly trying to appease her as a way to please James.

He was already sitting beside her. It was then Nikka infuriated, “Why are you here?! Who permits you to come here?! This is my place!” But like deaf, he seemed didn't hear what Nikka has said. His jade-green eyes were glued on the cover of the book she was reading, then replied in the different subject. “Wow!!! You also read the novel 'I Can See It!' It was one of my favorite mystery book! I'm a huge fan of its author with the pen name 'Crossfinger'. And I've already read all of his books. Wow, I didn't expect you to read this. What volume are you? I'm in the latest volume.” He said merrily, even his eyes were sparkling happily.

Nancy, on the other hand, couldn’t quite understand why James liked her, but she knew she wasn’t in a place to return his feelings. “I’ll always be here and ready to be your friend, Nancy. So, if you ever need anything, just call me.” Nancy was genuinely moved by James’s words. She hadn’t expected someone as bold and fiery as him to say something so sweet. “Stop joking. You’ll find someone better—someone who’s perfect for you,” she replied with a soft smile. James didn’t say anything. In his heart, there was only Nancy. Meanwhile, Nancy was deeply conflicted, unsure of her own feelings or what lay ahead.

James wrapped his hand around Nicholas's neck, his claws digging in. "Help!" I weakly cried out, then gathered my strength and screamed, banging on the dungeon door. "Help! Somebody!" "James, please don't kill him. He didn't mean what he said. It was just a bluff," I pleaded desperately. "Stop screaming, muffin. I have to put an end to this old man's life," James replied coldly. I continued to scream until I lost my voice, but James didn't give in. Suddenly, Nicholas's hands stopped moving, and fear gripped me as I saw his hand fall to the floor. James withdrew his hand from Nicholas's neck, revealing blood-stained claws and the blood escaping from Nicholas's wounds. My knees buckled, and I

sometimes he thought he was the real Mistress of Meyer Mansion. Nickolas Meyer was a tycoon with shattering skeletons in his closets that no one knew about, James made sure that no one ever will. the road to the top hadn't been paved with roses and sweet aroma. with James silently by his side, he had soured to the top like an Eagle. and he preferred it that way. James glanced at the metal watch on the wall. it was after eleven pm. he needed some sleep if he was going to function properly. he knew what sweet dreams he will be having that night.

James's sharp eyes seemed to stab Nerry, wanting to probe deep into the depths of the room looking for answers from the girl whose face was starting to turn red. "I'm working. If you...." James took Nerry's hands, holding them. The man's eyes were still fixed on Nerry. "I came for something else. Can you leave your work for a moment?" James didn't give Nerry a chance to think of anything else. "Eh, I... Rita doesn't agree with your idea." Nerry didn't know why she was talking about Rita. Maybe it was because she was afraid of getting too big on what James was asking of her.