Nika Vicious Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 Wild Kissing Inside the glass building, Vanilla squealed, her body shaking violently, and could barely breathe properly. Her thighs were wrapped around Nick's waist, her arms were wrapped around his neck while her face was in the crook of his neck. In all his life that he could remember, he had only ever seen tigers on television. Maybe he'd seen one at the zoo when he was a kid, but he didn't remember it.

Without thinking twice, she matched towards the second girl who called her a motherless bitch. Just when she was about to slap the girl across her face, a strong masculine hand held hers. “ Let. Me. Go.” Nicki gritted her teeth, her eyes turning bloodshot with tears and anger. “ And if I don't?” A low hoarse voice came. “ Bastard! Let me go!” Nicki struggled out of his hold. “ I won't let you lay your stinking hands on my girlfriend.” The masculine voice came to view. He was looking like a Greek god with full lips, raven black hair, thick brows, chiselled jaw and delicate nose.

Or did he find her beautiful as the mother of his child? Nicola did not think there was anything special about her. She had always been the less smart, less pretty sister and then when she got married, she was less smart and less pretty than Natasha. If she had anything going for her, it was her unbending will, crocodile skin, nerves of vibranium, and a tongue equipped with porcupine quills. So snapping out of her flustered trance, she grabbed his hands and moved them away from her face. "You are an embarrassment." She hissed.

Tan had wrought upon his body. "Oh, my god," Nurse Mel gasped involuntarily, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Even Dr. Nathan, a seasoned professional who had seen his fair share of injuries, let out a long, heavy sigh at the sight of his patient's battered form. Bienley's once flawless, pale skin was now a patchwork of angry red and deep purple bruises. Nail scratches covered his chest and a particularly large and ominous bruise marred his thigh, dangerously close to his groin. Along the insides of his thighs, wide, vivid red patches were already beginning to darken to a sickening purple, a stark testament to the violence he had endured.

“I know you must be busy, but we will be so excited to see you. Your dd was just telling me the other day about how you don't call or visit, I Am sure he will be expecting you. Translation: be there orFatherr will make it hell for me. Like I needed that. “Fine. Whatever,” I reply. “Good. Wear the-” I don't wait to hear whatever nonsense she has to say, I cut off the call. In public, Vivian is a saint. The dear woman who forgave her husband’s adultery and accepted the child into her home, treating her as a daughter. In private, she makes it her mission to cause me pain and anguish. Relishing in my misery and abusing the fact that I have no one to turn to after my mother's death.

“Niko….” He ignored me, narrowing his eyes at the man who sat across him. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Desperate for this to end, I tried again to get him to look at me. “Niko….” Carelessly, the younger man shrugged. “I said she has Irish weakness flowing through her—” Viktor’s loud scream echoed through the dining room and the hallways, draining the blood of the faces of the children and other distant relatives seated at the table.

he said, then stuffed the half-eaten sandwich he was holding in his mouth and proceeded to flex several different times. “Settle the fuck down Jose. As far as I know, Victora Bura, or Vic, was born female and remains female. She also happens to be the Bura family ‘Ghost’, so you might want to watch where your hands try to roam gentleman, because if you get sticky fingers and she breaks them off I don’t think the boss is gonna take your side.” he stated. Jose leaned back against a nearby couch chewing his food and Rocco began to point to different people in the room. “Vic let me introduce you to everyone while they are all here.” Vic watched several sets of eyes look toward the hand at her ba

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

The girl said whilst playing with a strand of her long hair. That bitch. She can't be the Luna unless she's his mate, and she isn't. I am. Right? "I'm Violet, by the way." she introduced herself, pulling me out of my thoughts. Violet? Really, wow. "And my hair colour is natural in case you were wondering." Actually I wasn't. I assumed she dyed her hair violet to match her name. "You were born with naturally violet hair?" I thought that was amazing. "Yhup, straight outta the womb." She giggled. She had a cute giggle, I liked her almost immediately.

Tina set aside her laptop, straining to hear,but her heart pounded too loudly and her breathing was harsh. Tina crept into the corridors, lurking around. It was empty...yet her heart wouldn't settle. Something wasn't right here. She could feel eyes on her once again. "Weapon,” her mind screamed, “I need a weapon!” She hastily darted to the kitchen which was close by, towards the wide, granite- countered island. Like always, nanny Betty had left her chopping knieves out. Tina slid her fingers around the rubber grip, appalled by how much her hands shook.