Nicole Delgado Novels & Stories

Nicole's POV They applauded. The spotlight was on me and I curtsied. The show was a success and Maria Nicole Powers always delivers as promised. The after party was a little too much for my taste. Though I tried so hard not to think about him,my mind slowly drifted to that scumbag. My blood boiled but my heart fluttered. It didn't get any better when he appeared arm in arm with his girlfriend, Cassie Norman. "Nicky, I love the gowns. I promise I'll buy all of them," Mrs Batolomè squealed.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

She was smiling and didn't look particularly nervous, which surprised me a little. Sitting to her right, in the upholstered chair, was Nicole. Nicole is short, barely 5 feet tall, with jet black hair and an olive complexion, but she's easily the most shapely of the girls. She's Italian, a New Yorker, but she looks like she could be a long lost Kardashian sister. She was wearing a tight-fighting, sequined blue dress; it was backless, with the front of the dress tying around her neck. It didn't show any cleavage, but it didn't need to; there was no question who had the biggest breasts in the room.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

"This place is elegant. Here is the center of the most expensive jewelry in the world. It turns out you have good taste. You are very good at spending money!" "I don't understand what you mean, Miss. I do not know you!" said Delilah trying to defend herself. She remembered Nicole because she had given him the murderous glare when they met in Texas. "My name is Nicole Schurman. Now you know me!" Nicole replied more arrogantly. "I have nothing to do with you. Why did you come and insult me!"

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

now the time had finally come? I feel the weight of the revelation settle on me, heavier than I expected. “And Nicole?” I ask, my voice faltering slightly, betraying my unease. “She’s taken a short trip with Mr. Cooper. They’ll be back in two days,” Delaney says, her hands nervously fiddling with the hem of her apron, as though she’s unsure whether she’s said too much. “Lady Diana just stepped out for a run—she shouldn’t be long. In the meantime, would you like me to bring you some macarons?”

He said, and she smiled, waiting to hear her name. “You don't have to worry, I'll do a good job.” She beamed at me. “Sure. So the person taking Nicole's part and going to be the face of our magazine is Demi Luciano.” Kayla's eyes widened. “What!”