Nicky Stott Novels & Stories

The hum of the game filled the air—a strange contrast to the cold, cruel quiet she’d just left behind. --- Before Miriam arrived, Serena had already spoken with Nick. Nick Weston was a prodigy in music—an internationally acclaimed singer-songwriter whose charisma and raw talent had catapulted him into stardom. His reputation, however, extended beyond his art. The industry joked that every woman who appeared in his music videos ended up as his girlfriend—for a few dazzling, tabloid-fueled months—before being replaced by the next muse. But there had been one woman different from the rest, one who’d left a scar rather than a rumor. She had walked away, unable to endure the scrutiny and pressure

Nick Knight. Soon lot of information came in front of me and some pictures if him. But I avoided the picture and start reading about him... "Mr. Nick Knight is known as the most eligible bachelor of Uk. He has a God gifted handsome look. He is known as the most successful young businessman. He has dated with the top model, actress, singer of Uk. But his every relationship lasted for more than one week. He never takes no as answer. People says he born to win. He has a nature to ordering around..

But I did replied when his secretary called but I didn't say much and didn't take his calls after that. "Hey hey, Naomi?? Come back to earth" Peter interrupted my bubble of thought.. "So what I was telling that, please come okay..... You can tell Nicholas other wise he might get a wrong idea" He sheepishly smiled.. "Don't be ridiculous, he doesn't care about me and he is happy with his girlfriends.. See today's news" I show him the photograph and news which I received now.. Latest NEWS!!! Mr Nicholas Dawson spotted with a Beauty .... Apparently she is a famous Model.. One of the brand ambassador of Nicholas industry..... She is Miss Betty Hamilton....

Victoria nodded. “No lie… this place is stunning,” Linda added, her voice full of awe. I glanced at the banner. My heart skipped a beat. Guys!! Look — tell me I’m not day dreaming. Is this really real? I yelled. Johnson Nick is fucking going to be live in this club in 25 minutes! “Who the hell is Johnson Nick?” Tess asked, raising an eyebrow. “That’s my fucking favorite pornstar!” I practically yelled. “Oh… my… days!” Victoria gasped, mouth wide open.

Nickie spat with disgust. “God, I hate that little bitch,” Marcy swore and Nickie smiled, it appeared she had found an ally. “Everyone thinks she’s just this perfect little saint, but she is not even worth the mud off my boots!” “She could only wish to be worth so much,” Nickie retorted, taking a drink of her drink then scrunched up her face in disgust. The drink was purely retched, it almost made her vomit. “I’m Nickie,” she stated, setting the nasty drink to the side. She decided to tell Marcy all of what Mel had done to ruin her chances at a life of luxury and noticed that Marcy gave her a calculated appreciative look.

“It’s fine, I’m not mad. But every time he reminds me how we can’t be together, I wish I really did get with that Uriah guy. Did I show you a picture of him?” “No.” I’m a little surprised she’s saying that now, when she’s sober and has the benefit of hindsight. The guy must have been really hot. Nicki produces her phone, swipes across the screen, then passes it to me. “Holy shit.” “I know, right? He’s a total player though.” This Uriah guy is shirtless so I can see his well defined six pack, he’s tall, has long blond dreadlocks, and hazel eyes that seem to be looking right through me.

I blurted out sweetly, she smiled nervously avoiding my intent gaze. “Umm, but I will reject you if you are a guy. You are not my type!!” Nicky snapped, she grabbed the beer and opened it. She passes it to me with a smile. “Drink baby girl!! Don't worry if we get to 30 without getting married or meeting Mr right. We will have to live together and have kids. We will be super single hot moms.” Nicky promised, hugging me tightly, I gently pulled her away. Her breath stinks from the alcohol. I felt very nauseated as I inhaled her alcohol filled breath.

It was clear I had to accept defeat and pretend to be in love with Nicky Jones for longer than I planned. “Okay. What do I have to do?” “Go bowling with Nicky this evening. There's a new alley that all the influencers are raving about. I did notice that some of your smiles looked fake in the pictures from earlier. This time, try to act like you're enjoying it.” “Okay,” I sighed. “Nicky is a great person. Just act like you're good friends. The fans will be the ones to keep speculating.” “It’s okay. I'll do it.”

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.