Nicole Snyder Novels & Stories

She sighed. “Forget what?” Her gaze met mine, “Long story, how about a drink and we can talk?” She offers and I nod my head. We walked through the Lobby and into the bar where we sat at the small table by the window. This might not be the weather I wanted today but I'd have to admit I love the sound of rain hitting the glass. “Two daiquiris please,” The girl tells the waiter. “I'm Sabrina by the way,” “Whitney,”

Not wanting to keep her waiting; I finalize the email, grab my things and head downstairs. I see a red headed lady waving at me, I approach her; that might be Nicole. “Hi, im Nicole” she says, clearing my doubts about her identity. “Hello, nice to meet you” Nicole is very pretty; she has a slender figure and she’s quite tall and very stylish, offering credibility to her work as a stylist.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

“We’ll find him, Stacy. No matter how far she’s gone.” But the reassurance barely touches the storm inside me. The fear won’t let go. My lips tremble around words I can’t bring myself to finish. “What if she…” The rest lodges in my throat, too awful to speak. But before silence can settle, Nate swears under his breath, the glow of his phone lighting up his face. “Holy shit. Stacy—look.” I step closer, and my breath stops. On the screen, a live stream plays. Nicole’s face fills the frame, pale and wild, mascara smeared like war paint around her eyes. She’s speaking directly into the camera, her smile sharp as broken glass.

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.

As I stepped out of the elevator, they both stood there staring at me. Kelly was the one who broke the silence. "you look beautiful, Miss Hunter." A smile grew on my face. "thankyou you, don't think it's too much" I moved my hands in front of my boobs, making Nick go red and turn away. Kelly and I laughed. "no, not at all", kelly managed to get out of her laughter.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

I asked. "Yes," he replied, "But Nicolos caused a lot of trouble. He didn't recognise authority, continually challenging his superiors and failing to follow orders. He tried to drag others astray too, maybe to start an uprising, maybe just to cause the Alpha hassle out of spite. I don't know, he never managed to recruit anyone else into his anarchy. Well, except your mother." "Is Tobias here?" I asked. "Yes, he's over there by those stairs," Leo said and then it dawned on me what Maddison kept looking at.

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