Nicky Nichols Novels & Stories

"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?"

I asked remembering him mentioning them before. It took her a full moment to answer, realization flashed in her eyes as if she just remembered and she gave me the answer I was looking forward to hear, "During his treatment days, I've realized that Nikolas has a trouble focusing on the subject at hand. He was diagnosed with attention deficit hyperactivity.

Nirvana was a small company then, but thriving and the only place to find news about it was from Nicholas Johnson paper industry, he gained fame and up till now, he continued to dwell in the glory of Nirvana. “Niko.” The bald headed man called out as he got out of the elevator. A 5’8 bald headed man, whose eagle eyes were sharper than a needle stood, waiting for him. “I knew Lucas sent you, he called already.” He started without exchanging pleasantries. “I want this out and published immediately.” Niko took out the file and placed it in his hands. “Interesting. Still in the game with your father?” Nicholas asked. “It’s not the end yet, so yes.”

at least she didn't till about an hour ago when I was really bored. Nicky Harrison. Born in the US. College graduate, straight-A student, works at a computer programming company, comes from a very loving family, only child, and has no criminal record what-so-ever. A perfectly model citizen. At least that's what the FBI will believe when they do a background check on me and Nicky Harrison's model life I made up in ten minutes comes up. No way in hell I'd give them my real name. I can only imagine what would come up.

I do not need Ms Hudgens ' help but anything. "No—" But Nicholas rushes to complete for me, "She had a problem to solve in accountancy, that's why she is here." He answers her in a rigid tone. Long gone the softness in his tone and in his eyes for anyone. What about me, then? As if listening to me silently, he turns to look at me and the softness covers back his orbs. "And it's done now. You may leave, Ms Dawson," he says, giving me an assuring nod.

I hold myself together before my knees give out completely. Mike steps back, his gray eyes sweeps over me. "And who might this gorgeous woman be? Your Luna?" Cassius clears his throat. Is he blushing? I'm blushing. Mike’s gaze is rolling over my body, taking in the smooth fit of my dress, my curves. He particularly stayed on my cleavage. "My name is Nicki," I say. "Oh, Nicki . . ." Mike starts. "Mike, meet Nicki Barnes," Cassius supplies. "She’s a brilliant software engineer, the best you’ll ever meet."