Novel & Cerita Nicky Nichols

he said, emphasizing the last words. "So, where are you?!" Nicki yelled into the phone, slamming her bag on the hood of her black SUV. "I have a right to know where you are!" He had his eyes on her the whole time, attracting attention to herself. She'd always been melodramatic, doing extra to gain some points. A reporter approached her to get a statement. The nasty look she darted him backed him off. He retracted his steps, leaving Nicki to her madness. "I can hear you, Nicki. You don't have to shout into the phone." Michael moved the phone to the right ear, wringing his left ear with his pinky. "My drums are ringing like the fourth of July."

Nicky was there and immediately he saw me, his whole face lit up. "Athena." He said smiling before reaching in for a hug. "Nicky." I say his name back hugging him back, feeling nostalgic about my high school self about how I was so convinced I was in love with him. "Nicky?" AJ a friend of ours says with a laugh. "Hey Hey Hey it's Nicholas, she's the only person allowed to call me Nicky." Nicky said to AJ and I smiled. I feel his eyes on me checking me out, it has been 5 years and I've grown up. I've got boobs now, I mean I also had them at 18 but they are bigger now.

This moment is mine. Ethan guides me to Nicholas, the host of the event. Nicholas is a striking figure, young and handsome, with an air of mystery about him. His dark hair is neatly styled, and he exudes confidence and charisma. Having recently returned from abroad, he has quickly made a name for himself as a savvy entrepreneur. There’s an intensity in his eyes that speaks to his ambition and vision.

I begin, already feeling my throat tighten. "Nicholas Williams. Beloved son, devoted husband. 07/12/1984 - 02/26/2011." I think that he was that and so much more, and no piece of stone will ever define how amazing Nick was. He was one of those exceptional people who walked the earth and touched everyone he met.

Hector asks, a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes. He stands nonchalantly, looking between the men as he sips on his whiskey. His deep voice vibrates as he closes his eyes, "None. I'll sit this one out. My eyes are on a higher bet." he says, making Hector and Noah exchange glances, with a smirk. Surely, he was talking about the long dark-haired beauty they had just captured. She was quiet and refused to eat a single bite since the day they brought her, making her the perfect price for a dominant alpha like him.

My breathing hitches now and then. "Oh, are you going to tell me what to do with my selectees now, Hillary?" Ask Mr Nicholas, his question directed to the other man, who is now a Hillary. He rolls his eyes at Mr Nicholas and suddenly, my brain ticks at the manner they talk at each other. This is Hillary next to me, Mr Nicholas's best friend. Even, because of their tight friendship, the media does think they both founded the Eclipse publishing company. Anyway, that's not the main focus at the moment.

"Any luck?" Nico raised a brow at him, "Not to sound cocky, but that shouldn't be a question" With his focus back on the screen, he narrated, "Miguel Garcia, he's a real person; Milo was right" he peered in from behind reading glasses, "Got a criminal record, homicide but was dropped." "Why?"

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.

So what is Nicholas doing here? He’s never had anything to do with minerals, or stones, or any of that world. He’s an architect. He works with buildings. A normal guy. Our families have been close for years. His father and mine have been best friends forever. Nicholas was never mixed up with the black market… or bad people. “It’s been two weeks since I last saw your beautiful face.” He finally pulls away, a wide smile curving on his lips but his eyes are cold. Too cold.

"Everyone approaches him to be considered popular." "Excuse me ladies," Nicholas called out suddenly. He smiled broadly as Alicia and Brittany gasped at his completely unexpected presence. "May I join you? Oh, of course." Nicholas immediately sat down next to Alicia and made a face without any guilt. "Nic, what are you doing here? Aren't you..."