Nikki Brooks Interracial Novels & Stories

Nikki shouted over at Nixon. “Nikki!” Jordi cried out. “Oh, you did not just... Fuck! I’m going to kill you, bitch!!!” Nixon glared in such anger and I know this was already Nixon’s boiling point. He does not give a single damn if Nikki’s a woman or not.

If only this wasn't a contract and everything happening wasn't just Mare acting. Nikki took me around the house. We talked about ancient Greek mythology and dinosaurs. We also spoke about different celebrities as we walked around. " And that was how Rihanna ended up with ASAP Rocky. They barely had sex" Nikki mumbled. As if she was there with them. Nikki should be about my age or a little bit older. Maybe that's why the connection was visible. I looked around as Nikki spoke to me and my eyes caught a hold of Harrison. He was speaking with his mom and it seemed as if they were talking about me as his mom exchanged glances with me subsequently.

Janice lifted her chin with a finger and said, "Do you know what I hate the most?" Nikki met Janice's gaze. She felt bloodlust from the other's eyes, sending chills down her spine. "I …" Janice continued coldly, "I hate bitches that intentionally try to steal another person's man." Nikki's heart skipped a beat when she heard that. She recalled Janice's past and realized that she was just the type of person Janice hated. "Ms. Procter, I'm not like that. I am Ethan's childhood friend. I've known him for a long time," Nikki explained.

Rock mumbled as he motioned for Jess. Nikini’s eyes met Jess’s and a small gasp left her lips; she stared amongst Jess silently for a moment. Jess said nothing as well. It was awkward seeing someone who thought was your friend and ended up betraying you. Nikini and Jess haven’t spoken since they met as children and Nikini was just how Jess had remembered. She had sleek black hair that wrapped around her waistline and the same side bangs that covered one of her eyes. She was just as beautiful and mysterious as Jess remembered, maybe even more so.

Ryan's expression grew somber. "Nikki's mother and grandmother embarked on a perilous journey, fleeing a formidable witch coven to shield her from danger. In a twist of fate, Nikki's father, a Lycian hailing from a lost pack, crossed paths with her mother during their hidden existence. Following Nikki's birth, her parents confronted a harrowing ordeal at the hands of dark witches and vampires. Anticipating the looming threat, Nikki's mother skillfully enchanted a human couple, entrusting them to raise Nikki under the guise of their child, while sealing away her innate powers." Ryan explained to us, shedding light on the intricate details of Nikki's lineage and upbringing.

I lean back in my chair, the prominent bulge of my erection in plain sight. "That would be ideal, but all shows are different, with no consistent people or locations. Nice dream though." Nikki puts her hands on the bottom hem of her shirt and pulls it off, letting it flutter to the floor. She has a white half-cup, bra, open netting with lace on the sides. Her breasts are full and round. Her nipples sit long and proud above the cup. She is still looking out the window. "Not true, Daddy." 'Daddy' again. We are there. That so-called elephant in the room. We both know exactly what she is talking about.

He really did not know, because Karl had only mentioned Nikki's older sister a few times. "I'm ready. Sorry to keep you waiting." He rotated his body in thirty degrees. As if time stopped, he stared at the figure of Nikki who was wearing a semi-casual blend of blue and white. A shirt decorated with shoelaces hanging from the loose sleeves, with a blue and white horizontal pattern, combined with a white knee-length skirt. The woman had her prosthetic leg in place, so she no longer relied on crutches to help her walk. He got up from his chair as soon as he managed to wake up from his reverie.

For starters, Buffy was clearly older than the rest. "Do you have any weapons on you?" Niki glared. "Yes - do you want to see my Concealed Weapon permits?" Buffy remained serene. "Nice and slow," Niki told Buffy as her hand came to rest on the grip of her 9 mm. Nikita was off-duty so this was an awkward situation. "You have girlfriends with guns?" Brooke gasped. She seemed excited. Libra was uncertain.

"The four of us. You, me, Zoey, and Nikki. She is the one with access to the club and she has her own reasons for wanting this to happen. When all four of us are in the same room we can plan properly." "Who is Nikki?" he asked. "Another performer at the Velvet Underground," I said. "She knows Avery. She has been there two years and she confirmed the identity when we showed her a photograph." I paused. "She has a problem with Avery that has nothing to do with us. We are a means to an end for her the same way she is a means to an end for us. From what Zoey says, it is personal for her too, though she has not said exactly why."

This was not an easy thing for her to do. Naki's voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes locked on Brent's with a hint of trepidation. "Dr. Brooks discovered I have Marine DNA, alongside my Jag, DNA. I can shift into both a Jaguar and... something else." She watched his reactions carefully. looking for any hint of him wanting to turn away from her... But, Brent's curiosity was piqued, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Marine as in aquatic?" he asked, his voice soft and encouraging. This put her at ease, so she continued.