Nikke Guilty Novels & Stories

His eyes were filled with coldness. Nikki's wrist was still in Malcolm's grip. When her eyes met Blake's, she couldn't help trembling. Blake said solemnly, "Nikki O'Shea, those bottles of wine you broke were worth at least tens of millions of dollars. Go home and tell your dad to repay three times the price and bring gifts to Yasmin as an apology. Otherwise, we'll see you in court."

she smile sinisterly as she saw the frightened frown appear on Emily's face. "Nick. That is the answer. The video showed that you were unconscious during the duration of the entire act of lovemaking. Thus, Nick can be sued for rape and inducement, and that would tarnish the image he had struggled to build all his life. However, on the part of Nick, he would believe that it had been a ploy by your despicable self all along. See, sister, you dare to try me, and you lose in all ways” she assured.

"How'd she take it?" "She cried." He smiles sadly. "Asked how I could do something like that to her. I felt like such an asshole." "You kind of were an asshole." "I know." "Is that why you told her? 'Cause you were feeling guilty?" Nicky rubbed his fingers across his bottom lip. "I wanted to be honest with her. I didn't want her to hear about it from someone else. I wanted her to hear it straight from me so she would know I made a mistake. That I was owning up to it."

He sat back in the chair, as it creaked under his massive stature. "I'm Niko." I nod, writing it down. It seems he knows his name. "So, do you mind telling me why you're in here?” He shrugged. "Hit and run." I nod, writing that down. "And did you do it?" He focused those brown eyes on me, fixed on my face. "Yes." I nod slowly. "Okay. And did you mean to?" "No." I look up at him. "No?" "No." He stated lowly.

I grabbed the pen I’d tried using earlier, twirled it between my fingers, then tossed it back onto the table. “Are you gonna sue him? I didn’t get a clear answer from him, but I can tell you, as a lawyer, he’s definitely thinking about it.” “I don’t want to sue him, but believe me, I’ll talk to him. This is all too weird. I know that idiot—he wouldn’t pull this crap again.” I thought it over. “Nikko completely distanced himself. The leak had to come from somewhere else. I don’t think he’d run his mouth that much. Nikko doesn’t talk to women, Ingrid. He’s a damn wall.”

Sib stuttered, and he finally exhaled before he said “Nik came back without telling me after he told me that you wanted me to take him around.” “I wanted you to do what?” well, at this moment, Nik knew he screwed up. How he knew the word screwed? Don’t ask, his parents might take his privileges away. After going home and having dinner made by his mom, Nik went to his room, opened his red diary, and noted today’s incident. Uncle Darphy was guilty of the crime of pitting others and thus he deserves to be written about. May gods bless his little soul with lots of marriages. People say marriages can hurt like no other. I hope he get smacked by marriages.

“Damn, tough gorilla!” Standing firmly, though no vision Bull can still tell where Nikka was and swing his brawny arms. Nikka dodged his several attacks while thinking how can she defeat him. All weapons in her pocket are almost in used while the destructive ones were on Zitrey. She was in a pinch. Unfortunately, in this moment of avoiding, she falls down pitifully when she accidentally steps on the unconscious thugs on the ground. “Damn!”

She grumbled as he switched on the headlight, and we saw a man standing in front of the car with a gun in his hand. “What the fuck and who the hell is that?" I lamented although I wasn't afraid. "We just got caught because that's Diago and he works with Ava,” Nikky said, swallowing hard.

Shutting his eyes and blinking them open; for seconds, all he could see was glitters. That knocked the anger out of him alright; as his hand went up and he massaged his jaw, all he felt was guilt and maybe just hopelessness. "You're a weakling, Nico," When he raised his head, it was to see Zayne lighting up a cigar, drawing out smoke; he peered at Nikolai, "In my case, I got Gianna out of the hell I put her in," he blew out, "But you, it's obvious they would be losing more than just a leg."

*30 minutes later. Three suited men entered the police cell, their faces stern and unyielding. I knew instinctively who they were. They parted to allow an older Italian man to step forward, his eyes locking onto me with disdain. When his gaze shifted to Nicky, she sprang to her feet, forcing a weak smile. "Dad, it's my fault," Nicky said softly, her voice laced with deference. The man's expression darkened, and he walked towards her. Without warning, he slapped her with a force that sent her stumbling backward into me.