Nicky Nichols Novels & Stories

How the hell would he explain something like that if it leaked? Nicholas studied me, then pulled a cigarette from his pocket. Me: Don’t you dare smoke that shit in here. I hate the smell. He stopped, smirked, then tossed it out the window. Nicholas: I think I just found a new kink—being commanded by you. I rolled my eyes. Nicholas: But back to the topic. You talk a lot about him, not enough about yourself. You’ve got to put yourself first sometimes, baby. Me: In a situation you fucking created.

‘Yet he’s the only thing you think about. Father still asked for updates of where Nikolas went and what he did and I had nothing to give him. I hadn’t seen him in days and whenever I asked Ricco of his whereabouts, he told me he didn’t know. Bullshit. How was I supposed to get him to fall for me if I didn’t even see him. “Nikolas told me to tell you he’ll be attending your sister’s birthday party with you tomorrow.” Ricco said from the door. I scoffed and almost laughed sarcastically. It was a pattern at this point. Whenever I did something Nikolas didn’t like, he avoided me and refused to talk to me. Then he sent one of his men to communicate what he wanted to say to me.

He didn't like to be treated as a child but I can't resist doing it. "Are you going on a date with Dad ?" Ethan asked. "Yes , honey but we'll be back soon." I assured him. "No no , don't come back soon , spend time with Dad ." He said with wide eyes. I chuckled at his expression. " I will." " Are you ready ?" Nick came into the room while wearing his watch. He was wearing a black shirt , the first two buttons undone, paired with grey chequered pants. He looked so hot , I guess I will get a lot of mean glares from women .

The last DJ arrives five minutes late, which slightly annoys me. “I’m sorry I’m late. My name is Nicholas but you can call me Nick.” “Hello Nick, I’m looking for a well rounded DJ. It’s important to know all the popular artists but I also need you to know older artists, like Etta James and Frank Sinatra. I love them and similar artists,” I inform him.

Christian asks, sounding tired. To my surprise, Nico reaches into his back pocket and pulls my little burner phone out. “Little miss,” he says, glancing over at me as he tosses the phone onto the couch between them. “Forgot to turn it off, or get rid of it. Yet another reason why she’s a bad bet, Chris – she doesn’t understand even the basics of how to survive in this world.”

"How'd she take it?" "She cried." He smiles sadly. "Asked how I could do something like that to her. I felt like such an asshole." "You kind of were an asshole." "I know." "Is that why you told her? 'Cause you were feeling guilty?" Nicky rubbed his fingers across his bottom lip. "I wanted to be honest with her. I didn't want her to hear about it from someone else. I wanted her to hear it straight from me so she would know I made a mistake. That I was owning up to it."

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.

The pain was real, raw, and familiar, echoing the heartbreak I thought I had survived. Nicho sighed, as if disappointed. “You can pretend all you want, Clarissa. But you felt it. I know you did.” I tightened my grip on the phone, my pulse roaring in my ears. “How do you even know about Chelsea?” I asked, my voice low but shaking. “She’s Dante’s ex. That’s not public information.” Nicho laughed, the sound sharp and unsettling. “Clarissa,” he said smoothly, “I’m Nicho. I get whatever information I want.”

"Nicki, not that it's any of your business, but I was speaking with a friend, and if you can be on your way now, we'll like to like to get back to our conversation." "See? You're going crazy, there's literally no one here." One of her little minions chirped in. "You have quite a pack full of dramatic people." Nicklaus blurted. "Welcome to a day in my life." I shrugged. "Who the hell are you talking to?" Nicki's voice was getting loud now. "To Nicklaus.. here." I pointed a finger towards him. "Now can you please leave?" "Ignore her." Nicklaus whispered. "Gosh, you are so weird, no wonder moon goddess didn't find you deserving to have a wolf, you'll probably remain wolfless your entire life."

, I raised my eyebrow at her. "Nicky uncle. He's the best." I rolled my eyes, "Of course. It has to be that grumpy old man." "I'm not old.", a familiar deep voice came. I looked in front only to witness Mr Nicolas Arnold standing a few metres away from us."I'm only twenty-six." "What the-", he raised his eyebrow at me hinting to Kia." I mean how long have you been eavesdropping on us?" he shrugged and pulled Kia into his arms."Kia my work for the day has been finished. Do you want to go home?"