Nicole Delgado Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice cheerful. But Gage's tone was serious. "Ashley, I've been trying to reach Nicole all day, but she's not answering my calls. Do you know what's going on?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Gage's heart began to sink. "Gage, I'm so sorry. Nicole was in an accident today. She was mountain biking with a new friend, Jack, and she fell off her bike. She's hurt pretty badly." Nicole was hurt? What kind of accident? He felt a wave of panic wash over him, and he couldn't think straight.

Ace muttered, “You think?” Nolan shot him a sharp look. Before they spiraled again, Ashley stepped closer. “Enough.” Three heads snapped toward her. Jax’s expression softened. Ace’s brows lifted. Nolan went still, watching her like she’d pulled a pin from a grenade and he was waiting to see which way it rolled. She walked up to the table. “I am going to be straight with you,” she said. “Delgado isn’t winning because he is clever. He is winning because he knows exactly what you will do.”

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

She walked a while until she found an entrance made by a bunch of leaves and heard noise coming from the other side. "Moon goddess, protect me," she prayed as she opened the leaves to find all the pack members all gathered around an altar. She walked a little closer, but not close enough for them to be disrupted or distracted by her presence. She saw Damien, Alex and Elle in the middle of the circle that had been formed on a high pedestal. It seemed like they were doing some kind of sacrifice or something.

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

excellent dear".Finally, Madam Nicole exclaimed when she was done measuring my vital statistics after scribbling the details inside her journal, she let it close. Eyes in the shade of warm peered out of her extraordinary eyelashes. Madame Nicole was a fine woman with high cheekbones, a perfect nose, and small plump lips. She was around her mid-thirties and yet looked younger than her real age as if she'd been drinking some water from the secret fountains of youth. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed me from head to toes then back to my head again as if I was a subject from one of her experiments. Madam Nicole is a distinguished fashion designer in creates great masterpieces like fashion gowns.

She came over to where I was sitting and sat at the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for my response. I sighed and stared hard at the ceiling before I closed my eyes. "Because..." "...I don't have dignity anymore." "I...don't have a face to show." * * * * "Whoooooooo!" Clap! Clap! Clap! "Yeah!" "You're beautiful, Magda!" People kept on shouting here and then in the entertainment club as I danced on the stage. My name in the club was Magda. I didn't use my real name here just to hide my identity even if my neighbors already knew what kind of woman I was.

said Reifo glancing at Reya in disbelief. Reya who didn't want to add to the problem just kept quiet. "Great yes you Luis!" Reifo sneered mockingly while clapping his hands. Then, his gaze turned towards Nicole. "Who are you?" he asked in wonder because it seemed like this was the first time he had seen the woman beside his little brother. Nicole held out her hand. "Nicole Wiratmaja, Luis Duttlof's lover!" she said sternly, telling the man in front of him who only nodded briefly.

He teased. "Dave," Nicole exhaled, her head falling back like she had no control over her body anymore. "Dave, I'm Nicole..." "Hey, I know who you are-" "-No." She tried to tell him. "No, I'm Nicole Regnante. Salvatore Regnante's wife," Davide would have jumped away in shock if he hadn't been so terrified for her, suddenly understanding why she was the only one being held here and why there were so many guards.