Nicky Nichols 소설 & 이야기

There were the metallic plates extending from either side of his head on the golden band, just like with his ankles except these ones were slightly bigger, looking exactly like golden bird wings but metallic. "Dad. . .?" the word had slipped out of Natasha's lips. The others remained silent but it was undoubtedly clear that they were all looking at the face of one Nicolas Johnson or as they had used to call him—Nick. He did not appear to have aged at all when he. . .he had died, which had been fourteen years ago. He turned to the girl who had called out. "No," was his first word as he slightly shook his head, "the name's Hermes."

A bottle of half drunk scotch and a glass was sitting on the table in front of him, so he was probably drunk. Mayeli was surprised, she had never seen Nixen drunk. He was always so collected and cool. He was wearing a black baggy trousers and a large grey top. His black hair is styled to fall neatly on his face making him look more handsome. “I was at Nicole's, what are you doing here?” Mayeli lied smoothly. Nixen threw her a death glare. “I didn't realize Nicole drove a white Bugatti Centodieci, do I pay my staff at JCK that much? I'm quite nice”, he joked, laughing darkly.

He commanded. "Yes sir." I was tempted to stand at ease but I was wise enough to discard it. I stood in front of his desk, my head bowed a bit while my hands were joined together. I intentionally kept my gaze to the floor to avoid meeting the evident glare he wore at me. "Nikki Hood?" Chad ruffled through his desk and picked his phone up. Turning the screen at me, he shook his head pitifully. "Could you please explain to me what this means?" There on his screen stood all petite version of me, an unshaven bush grown on her private area and a smug grin on her face. My nude image! Not knowing what next to do, I fell in his desk direction, holding my head in place and 'passing out'.

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.

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.

"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..."

she asked, her tone challenging. Nick was caught off guard, wiping his mouth to hide his surprise. "For doing that? Impossible." Mr. Wills, oblivious to the subtext, confidently stated, "Nick doesn't smoke. He's an athlete, a surfing champion, right?" "Yes," Nick replied, a forced smile on his face. "Surfing?" Noah asked, disappointment evident in her voice. She knew Mr. Wills had no idea his son smoked, and she resented Nick’s attempt to appear flawless. "Is there a problem?" Nick asked her, trying to maintain his composure.

Chapter 7 Nikolas Six months ago It was one of the coldest winters in New York, where one would like to go under a cozy blanket with a hot cup of coffee and never come out of it like a lazy kitten. However the idea was not in the hit list of Nikolas Ries, one of the most successful and youngest billionaires in the United states. A holiday is something he had not known for years. Festivals are not his way of life. The only thing he had known is love himself.