Nicky Stott Novels & Stories

our teacher, Nicholas said that and I turned to the woman he was talking about. She was beautiful, beyond beautiful.. she was wearing black shorts and a sports bra. Her hair was in a bun but still fucken long coz she was white... her face...her boobs... her ass.... her... God. What the hell was wrong with me..? I shook my head and whispered to myself, "concentrate Precious.." Nadia laughed next to me, "I know right.. God!! Mr Nicholas is hot..." No.. not him... I mentally said. "Okay guys.. let's show our guest what we did yesterday.. Precious.. I need you in the front row..." Nicholas said pulling me away from my thoughts..

I looked up and saw Sir Nicholas standing in front of me. It took me a while to respond. Why am I only realizing now that Sir Nicholas has a different kind of charisma? Even though he was dressed simply, he still stood out. He was wearing a white tee with pants. He also had shades on, which suited him perfectly. He looked like a model towering over me. If I didn’t stand up soon, my neck would start to hurt because he was so tall. He must be around six feet, while I’m only 5’3". I tried to hide my nervousness. I took a deep breath before speaking.

three guys came out behind the curtains, twirling her around, staring at her in fascination. "How I wish I had these assets," a ginger-headed guy said in a high-pitched voice while she mentally cringed. He wore a black baggy knicker, a white polo that hugged his fitted abs, and black sneakers. "Oh! Nicky, look at those boobs,'' she felt self-conscious, kicked in and brought her hands to cover her already-covered chest only to be swatted by a blond-haired guy. He wore a blue short sleeves shirt with a neck collar flared up. He wore yellow baggy shorts, which Versace had printed on them while putting on Oscars.

IMPORTANT PHONE NUMBERS, it says. Goosebumps rise on my hands. It’s so laughable it’s almost like he planted this here for me. What was he doing with celebrity numbers this early in the morning, and is it possible that Moretti’s number is in here? I flip through the book carefully, reading through the “M” section, fully convinced I wouldn’t see his name. But sure enough, there he is, Nicco Moretti, right under Darnell Moresa, the famous dancer who now owns a string of popular restaurants.

“You really do have a lot to tell me.” Nicki, unashamed as ever, shrugged and nodded. As Dustin approached, stealing Liam and Atlas away, Tyra managed to find Nicki and I. “You look stunning!” Nicki sang cheerfully, pulling Tyra into one of her ribcage crushing hugs. She grinned cheekily, “Are you the High Lady of the Earth Court yet or what? You know how long Rae lasted trying to resist her true mate over there. I bet she has tabs on him, even now.”

@NicoleStanton] ...... [Yvette Quimbey: Should we kick him out?] [Julie Nixon: Private message?] [Ian Carter: How can you guys do this to me?!] Nicole looked at their messages and was speechless. She could not help it anymore, so she replied. [Nicole Stanton: Can you guys please calm down?] They were too excited! Nicole put down the phone and looked at the shoes that she was wearing. Although she did not like to wear flats at work, this pair of flats were really beautiful. It also matched her outfit extraordinarily well.

The stadium was pretty much empty, a few people scattered here and there. I spotted Nick right away, sitting on the third row, hunched over something in his lap. He wore a gray hoodie that looked a size too big, like he could get lost in it, but somehow it made him look even broader. His dark jeans were faded just right, and he had those classic white sneakers that always looked better a little dirty. When he saw me, he stood up quick, that big goofy grin lighting up his face. "Roxy Bennett, you came," he said, like he honestly didn’t believe I would.

“How do I know if I mean Nick, which one is Nick ? Also, no disrespect to Zac, he seems like a great guy and he is handsome.. but why would you dump ... Nick ... I mean look at him” “Nick is the tall guy of course”. Oh lord I had not seen this coming, but Nick is a handsome man and a great guy ... so why not ? “Not him, I mean yeah he is handsome, sure ... but I meant the hot one with the cute smile”. She is biting her lip and I realise that her eyes are on LZ. ‘She is into LZ ? Okay he is like a cute pup, and sweet, but …’. Zyka mumbles. I mean I guess LZ is kinda cute. I just never looked at him in that way. “LZ ... oh ... Well LZ is just the sweetest and funniest guy. He is Canadian too a

Seeing this, Nicky sparked “Are you gonna beat me? Oh… you're gonna tell your friend to hit me? I won't blame you both, you came from the trenches and you seriously would never leave that character!” “You and I know the real person who had come from Trenches here!” I said immediately after her, adding “If someone looks at me and also looks at you, they will definitely tell who is the real ghetto here! And if I'm not mistaken, he or she will definitely will pick as the poor one!” Nicky examined herself, looking at herself from up to down! Observing this, she immediately attempted to retaliate but I cut her off “Even my panties is good enough to buy your life a hundred times!”

‘…went to live with my uncle,’ Nicky finished flatly, before dropping her gaze back to her lap. Portia and I both let out audible sighs, hands going to our hearts in unison. ‘Bloody hell, you gave us a fright,’ Portia blurted out. ‘I thought she was…’ Tell me about it. My adrenaline was doing the conga. All thanks to this mysterious, pervasive stench. What on earth was it? And how could she sit here, day in, day out, without gagging? Portia leaned forward. ‘You know, I run a beauty clinic in London. We do advanced procedures. That scar… we could do something about that for you. Really minimise it.’