Nicole Snyder Novels & Stories

Josephine assured her, it was just like Josephine was inside her mind and knew what exactly that Nicole wanted at that point. “Oh my God… I have been over thinking stuff and I think I decided on what to do, I would have to see this thing to the end.” Nicole said to her, “I would not be fulfilled if I do not get through all this and reach the end,” She said narrated to Josephine, Nicole had decided to take down this secret group that ruled the whole of corporate firms in Colorado.

ELARA “He didn’t even last a single day before striking out…” Nicole’s voice crackled through the phone line, bursting with amusement. She was my temporary stand-in at the Lindays company, hand-picked for the role by Dominic—a true operational genius in my father’s cybersecurity empire who was only three years older than me. Both of us laughed out loud over the line, camaraderie bubbling easily between us. I felt a rare, unexpected sense of comfort with her; it was almost as if we had been close friends for years before today.

If I weren’t with my woman, I might’ve looked twice. Sienna smiled. “Well, this is my friend Alex. He’s a Chicago police officer. What’s your name, love?” “Nicole,” the girl said. “Nice to meet you, Nicole. So what do you do besides work here?” Nicole straightened. “I’m in school, and this last semester at the University of Chicago. I’ll be graduating summa cum laude in bioengineering.”

I can’t see him, I just can’t after hearing that he was planning to propose. The door of my office opens and Nicole walks in, holding a white nylon. She’s wearing her signature Tom Ford jumpsuit that gives off that no-nonsense vibe. Her heels click on the floor as she walks over to me, dropping the nylon on the table with a thud. “Thank goodness I came with food.”

"I won't tell anyone," Poppy promised Nicole, covering her mouth. "Only you." Nicole didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She accepted the apple and gave Poppy two candies in return. Her WhatsApp chimed. It was Beatrice Blair. [Nicole, the first floor is more than halfway underwater. If it reaches the second floor, could Hughie and I stay with you for a bit?] Beatrice was a competitive athlete, a national collegiate kickboxing champion. Hughie Norman was her live-in boyfriend.

He had always been one of Taylor's staunchest critics, often questioning his leadership. As Nicole and Emilia entered his office, Reynolds smirked. “Well, well. If it isn’t the woman making waves in New York.” Nicole chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Reynolds leaned back in his chair. “Tell me, Nicole. What’s your real goal here?” Nicole crossed her legs, holding his gaze. “The same as yours, Mr. Reynolds. A successful Taylons Enterprises.” Reynolds laughed. “And Taylor?”

I breath out. They all stay silent. I see a look of recognition flash through Cristian's eyes. I cock my head in confusion. He catches my gaze and right as he's about to say something, a larger, older woman came over to us. "Hi I'm Sylvia, I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get for you?" She greets us happily.

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

said I picking up the phone. "hello miss smith. this is one of your fans." said the gentleman on the phone who I estimated to be about the age of seventy and more because of how wheezy his voice sounded. "oh hello there sir. what's your name?" "My name is Anthony Miller. actually, my granddaughter is your fan but she has had your number for ages and had not the guts to call you." explained the man. "yes? thank you Mr. Miller. maybe I can talk to your granddaughter? "

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.