Nicky Nichols Novels & Stories

Just one bite, she promised herself. But once she started, she couldn’t stop. Half a bowl gone, then the rest. She tossed the container to destroy the evidence. Curled up on the couch, eating ice cream and reading a cheesy romance novel, she felt that doing nothing was the best thing in the world. Still, the boredom soon crept in. She switched to social media and started scrolling. One headline caught her eye: “Mr. Nichols Makes Surprise Appearance at Tech Expo” Other hashtags followed: #NicholsPresidentAtTheExpo, #CEONicholsAndHisUnrealLooks

Ezekiel demanded. "I'm sorry, sir. I cannot do that," Nicky answered, stealthily sending a text to boss. Ezekiel sighed, "fine. I think I forgot something in my room. Can I get it?" Nicky's head whipped up. "No!" He raised a brow. Nicky smiled, "I mean, I can get it for you. Just tell me what it is." "It's personal." She looked down and hurriedly finished the text and sent it off, she needed backup but when she looked back up, Isabel's client was gone.

I yelled, my anger had me demanding such an outburst and I just felt like strangling the brute. "I am Nicholas Hills. America's most beloved bachelor with a networth of over three billion dollars! The world adores me. I've met with world rulers and I've dined with them. You are a nobody in my presence." Nicholas scowled. Fvck! His words hit me like a fiery comet, destroying and shattering me into smithereens. There is no doubt that he is counted as one of the most eligible bachelors in the country... There's even no denying he's hot, but he is the rudest bastard to ever walk this earth.

“ Can you get me my cocaine? “ Nik asked. She shook her head and Nikolai laughed. “ You are useless then. You should have thought about all this before you went and crossed me. Do I look like a pussy to you, Claire? Because you thought I was a pussy. If you cross the wrong person you die. “ Nik said and stood up. He gestured for Anabelle to do her thing and then left, with me following closely behind him. Lorenzo did too. Lately, he had been quiet. “ What will we do about the lost cocaine? “ I asked. “ It’s gone by now. They already resold it. Maybe they sold it in another place. You can’t sit on cocaine that is worth ten million. “ Lorenzo answered. Nikolai took out his phone and started di

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

I uncontrollably gasped for air. This is torture. But he has his face off my position. I do not think he is aware of my presence. He has his ear pods, he couldn't have heard the shuttling of my camera. Nicholas is a perfect-figured guy. His physique shows hard work and dedication. He could look my way, only he chose not too, and for that, I took as many pictures as I could.

Spencer Ford was the epitome of the perfect man— He was loving and devoted to his wife, much to the envy of women everywhere. The very first digital voice assistant that Nextronics launched was Nikki, whose name was soon revealed to be coined after Nikita. Nextronics' newest product, whose launch was being televised on screen at that moment, was a smartphone named Niko Ultra. There were no doubts where the inspiration for that name came from, either. Anyone who did not live under a rock knew that Spencer was crazy about Nikita, which proved to be a great selling point, especially in the female consumers' market.

Niccolo didn't need to see me crying in frustration and despair. "You didn't tell me why they said you went missing." "Not really," Nicco muttered in response. A crooked grin wrinkled his full, shapely lips while he continued to clean my injuries. "I just like being by myself." Well, it sounded true. He was the loner type, I noticed. Always on his phone and computer. Not so long ago, he developed software for a living, if I recalled correctly. I didn't really know much about his background, and we weren't really friends. But now I felt like I could trust him with my life.

"How dare he be! He doesn't know who I am! I'm Graham Peyton, the richest man in Nashville!" Impatient to hear Tom's father babble, Rachel grabbed her father's cell phone and shouted, "Just so you know, the man I'm going to marry. His name is Nicholas Anthony, and he's listed as the tenth-richest person in the United States by Forbes magazine! And one more thing you should know, I'm not for sale!" she pressed the red button on her father's cell phone, her chest heaving with satisfaction. She turned to Nicholas and found him smiling at her. Whether it was a mocking smile or something, it was clear that that day she was very grateful to him. At least she didn't have to marry Tom Peyton the lol

“What I don’t know are the details beneath the surface. And that’s what I want from you.” He leaned against the counter, fingers drumming lazily, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Straight to the point. Always. Cold as marble, but you know…” he tilted his head, smirking, “…I think I like you better that way. Cuts sharper than a smile.” I ignored the bait. “If you can tell me who the Russian boss is, the one Marcini was dealing with, I’m willing to get down on my knees for it.” Nico stilled for a moment, then let out a low, delighted laugh. “Now that,” he said, voice thick with mock reverence, “is an image worth chasing. My ice queen, on her knees. Almost makes me want to drag the answer out