Nicole And Eric Ferguson Novel Novels & Stories

Eric Ferguson sounded shocked. He could not believe what he was seeing. The tragic and shocking image in front of him seemed worlds apart from the elegant and noble Nicole. ‘Who caused all this?!’ Eric thought. Although he knew at a glance, he was unwilling to believe that the gentle and demure Nicole in his impression could be so crazy. “Mr. Ferguson, are you blind? Didn’t you just see it all?” Nicole was not bothered to explain. She turned around and wanted to leave.

the nurse added, smiling. Erica finally found her voice. “He’s not my husband,” she said quickly, glancing at Raffael. The nurse blinked, confused, but Raffael smirked faintly. “Would it be so bad if I were?” he asked, his tone teasing yet edged with something she couldn’t place. Erica’s cheeks flushed despite herself. “Don’t joke about that,” she muttered, looking away. The nurse, sensing the shift in mood, cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll leave you two then. She’s doing great, by the way. Just a bit more walking, and she’ll be back to full strength.”

Nicole's POV I was working at my computer when the heavy lab door clicked open. Amber walked in holding two bags of ice. She had a mischievous spark in her eyes that told me she was holding onto some major gossip. "I bring ice and news," she announced, setting the ice on my desk. "What kind of news needs ice?" I asked, without looking up from my screen. "The kind where two grown men have a fistfight in a lab." My fingers froze on the keys. I set my pen down and turned my chair to face her, a knot forming in my stomach. "Are they both standing?"

Allie and Megan make it back to the table, "Are you okay?" Allie sits next to me. "I'm fine, just had enough of her shit for one day". Megan looks around..maybe we should go?". "I'm not leaving, I refuse to let someone push me around" Looking at the girls. Allie looks at my interestingly "So is this the new Nicole because I like it!". I smile while shaking my head. "That girl likes to cause trouble, she's entitled and always been that way" Megan adds. "Does she bother you or something, you kinda seem scared" I say. "Nicole, she can ruin lives if she wants too. She has. All I'm saying is don't play with fire" megan looks at me. Interesting I thought.

"And ensure the girl receives the message through her friend Beatrice. Xavier must not be told. The tea room was empty, as I had bought out the reservations for the afternoon. The scent of dried lavender and old wood did not cover the damp chill of the rainy season. Nichole sat opposite me. She wore a cheap woolen coat that was damp at the hem, and her hair was tied back roughly. She looked exhausted, her face pale under the low lights, but she did not look down at the tablecloth as she had during the engagement party. She kept her chin up and her fingers loosely interlaced over her lap. "You look thin, Nichole," I said, keeping my tone perfectly conversational as I poured the tea. "This env

Something sharper. Something colder. “Nicole.” Raphael’s voice cut through it. Low. Controlled. I dragged my eyes off the screen slowly. Looked at him. And suddenly..... Everything felt different. The hallway. The messages. Him. “You knew my uncle before that day?” I asked quietly. He didn’t answer immediately That silence..It pressed harder than any words. “Nicole...” “No.” I shook my head once. “Don’t.” Because I could feel it...,. The truth sitting right there, waiting to break something open.

miles meticulously explained. Nicole had a sparkle of joy shimmer in her eyes. "That's great! I would love to...." she stopped herself immedately. "In as much as I would want to apply for this, I can't. Not without Raphael's permission" Miles expected that from her. "Oh I understand but it wouldn't hurt to come check out the company will it?" Nicole shook her head and pressed her lips tightly. "Raphael wouldn't agree to it" "But why though? Do you like being uhm should I say the typical African house wife?"

Nicole ordered arrogantly. “Don’t make me laugh.What job are you even talking about? You’re just a delivery man in a fried chicken restaurant” “I’ll take a leave for half a day and go to the hospital.Wait for me” Eric Ferguson closed his eyes, said,sighed and ended the conversation. Eric Ferguson was a married man whose dishonor is known throughout the city for being his wife’s lapdog. He lived with his wife’s family,the Shawns and was treated like a slave during his two years of marriage to Nicole Shawn.

How come I never do good things in life? "Get away from him, Nicole." Joshua's sudden command rang in my ears. "You have no right to step inside my office or my building, or in fact, you have no right to tell my woman what she should do," Told Eric. I felt his hand pull me closer to him, tightly, and felt like chains that made it hard for me to breathe. Eric spoke, but Joshua's gaze stayed on mine. Aside from the shade of madness, I found them mixed in pain and regret.