Nicky Stott Novels & Stories

Hugo Calling… I rubbed my face. “Answer it. Tell him I am busy.” Nicky picked up, patience clearly fraying. “Yes, Mr Cassilas, she is perfectly fine. Yes, her face is unchanged. No, she has not met any local gentlemen. Yes, she ate. Salad this morning. Vegetables, not men.” I nearly choked on my mineral water. Once he hung up, Nicky fixed his eyes on me. “Are you certain you do not wish to rent a private satellite as well? Or perhaps he would like a drone to track you?”

Her face reddened even the more. Nicklaus held Noah in his arms, still bent over, he stared at the woman who was only few centimeters away from him. Her nightie material was very light and he could see through her perfect body. From her peachy arse to her bouncing breasts that weren't huge but they were on the largest side for her build. Yes, there was one thing about her that was far from perfect. She is an ordinary girl.

She saw the lady pull off her shades about to reproach her, just the same time, she opened her mouth to apologies and just that same time, Nicholas was by her side, his hands on her arms protectively. How can she tell Nicholas to stop touching her! 'You should look where you are going, you know.' The high pitched voice she heard belonged to the tall sexy lady in front of her, she looked like a model; dark orange colour hair and large busts with brown eyes, red lipstick and long lashes. Then she recognized her; she was infact a model; Stacy Wilson; Nicholas's ex-girlfriend; he apparently left for her. Last she heard she had issues in her career.

Cole Sutcliffe The headlines showed up before Niccola did. I stand at the kitchen counter with my coffee, going cold, watching my phone as it might explode. “Cole Sutcliffe’s fiancée spotted at elite NYC clinic - Health scare or strategy?” I read. I scroll to find the photos underneath. Grainy, invasive, cruelly timed as Niccola stepped out of the clinic with Steph. Niccola’s hand was near her stomach as Steph positioned herself in front of her, jaw set, already defensive.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

What do I do? "Get your pretty little ass in here, mate." Nicky's voice is gentle but his words are firm. How the hell did he know that I was out here? I slowly open the door and hold back a groan when I'm greeted with the sight of Nicky standing in front of the sink. He's got a towel wrapped low around his hips while water runs down his body and the sight has my whole body tingling.

5" girlcock. "My name is Nikoletta Lawn," the final girl explained, "and I can suck my own cock," she explained. The other girls giggled. Nikoletta was in her second year of 12th grade and she had skipped this seminar the year before. She considered herself to be a bit of a punk and a rebel. She was 5'6 and weighed a mere 100lbs. She was scrawny, on purpose. She had B-cup breasts, one of which had a tattoo of a rose. Her face was gorgeous and looked deceptively innocent with its upturned nose, soft pink lips, and elfish ears. Her innocence was marred only by her nose and tongue rings as well as her hair that was dyed to look like fire, both red and yellow and was cut short and spiked. It tur

All because of Nick. He is therapy.

SHE is my right kind of wrong! "I'm sorry, husband..." Nicky said gently. Nicky. Why is that? I really feel that he is not Nicky. Her hand, her body is the same but the feeling of them touching me is different. Even her voice and accent. He has talking points that are tough and upbeat. Like an arrogant man. Thank you! "My brain floated in the air again. Because... that Sagara..." "What did he do?" I will ask. "S-he said... I'm beautiful! He said I could be Miss Universe with my beauty! Imagine that... even though I'm short on height, my appeal is still strong! And it looks like he's right Benedict is still with me considering that---"

Nicky shook his head and poured himself a glass of wine, "I don't want to give up yet. After all, you are my first man, and you are so excellent that I want to compete with your original match, even if she is a female president!" "Don't drink any more, I'll send you home!" Allen Peterson stood up and grabbed Nicky's glass. Nicky did not struggle, but obediently let Allen Peterson help her leave the bar. After a few steps, Nicky suddenly pushed Allen Peterson away and rushed into the bathroom. It seems that he drank too much and wanted to vomit. Allen Peterson can only follow the past and wait for her at the door of the bathroom. While waiting, suddenly some familiar voices came from the men'