Nikki Payne Author Novels & Stories

He was already sitting beside her. It was then Nikka infuriated, “Why are you here?! Who permits you to come here?! This is my place!” But like deaf, he seemed didn't hear what Nikka has said. His jade-green eyes were glued on the cover of the book she was reading, then replied in the different subject. “Wow!!! You also read the novel 'I Can See It!' It was one of my favorite mystery book! I'm a huge fan of its author with the pen name 'Crossfinger'. And I've already read all of his books. Wow, I didn't expect you to read this. What volume are you? I'm in the latest volume.” He said merrily, even his eyes were sparkling happily.

She ate quietly and without making eye contact. "Is this some sick game?" Had the apartment not been dead silent, I doubt I would have heard her. My fork rattled on the plate when I set it down, and I wiped my mouth with a paper towel before answering. "What do you mean?" Nikki waved her hand. "This. Are you guys just fucking with me? Teaching me a lesson?" "I don't follow." I really didn't. I wasn't trying to be coy. My eyes trailed her throat as she swallowed hard. Even in her distress, everything she did was elegant. Girls from Glendale Heights didn't look like Nikki, much less carry themselves the way she did. Despite her crass mouth, her demeanor was refined.

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

" Why'd you think? I missed you. My brother never allowed me to come over. He was always the bossy boy. A great bully. He should be rewarded. I have come here several times but the thing is, he always gave orders not to open up the gates for me. He has always been like that since he was a child. So, I hope you have a lot to tell me, I am starving for gist." Nikki brought out her phone, taking several pictures. Of course, how could I forget she was a social media influencer. She's everywhere. F******k, I*******m…TikTok…Twitter.. she had that time. Her make-up was light and it blended with her skin. " I have stories for ya, not lists though. And who helped you with your makeup?" I really wante

NIKO Past... “Nikki, what are you doing here?” I ask, wondering who I have to maim for letting her into my office without permission. The dark-haired woman stutters towards my desk in a red jumpsuit, a designer bag hanging off her arm. “Sometimes a girl needs a little excitement in life, where else to find it than here in New York? We always have fun together, fighting, fucking, blowing shit up, a man like you has needs, so I thought why the hell not” she ends with a shrug.

never mind she was here. She was chatting away with a large family of tourists. Definitely milking that tip, flashing her smile like she was actually a decent human being. She was Satan reincarnated and nothing more. A con artist of emotions, temptress of sin, goddess of misery. Ok, I need to sit already. "Ace!" Nikki fucking Parker screamed waving me over to her table. Fuck my life. There was nowhere else to sit anyways, mine as well go along with the rollercoaster of hell this life has become.

Georgie asked, staring at the tortured skin curiously. “I have to work on a farm,” Nikki said. “Ruby, you remember that stupid Australian bastard we met months back in Dunedin? That day you did my teeth before leaving for Scotland for your first OE trip? Before you met your awesome, hunky fiancé Alec?” Ruby cocked her head to one side and thought for a moment. Then it clicked, and she laughed. “The hot Asian dude who drove into you at the supermarket?” Nikkita nodded with a depressed look on her face.

" Rebecca gasped, her eyes widened as she eyed Nikki from head to toe. author Facebook page: Author faith Odulesi Instagram:@faithodulesi

Annie stood by a waiting taxi, her crimson dress a splash of blood against the grey pavement. "You should thank me," Annie said, lighting a cigarette. "I got you out before he turned you into one of his corporate statues. You weren't built for that world, Panni. You’re too soft." "I hate you," Panni said, her voice devoid of emotion. "You didn't just take his money. You took the only person who ever saw me for who I was."

Under the table, Nick’s foot tapped her shin. “Nick has a weakness for it. Tell me what you do when you’re not writing this book you’re working on.” “I work for the Times.” “The New York Times?” “Is there any other?” “Spoken like a typical New Yorker,” Beverly said with a chuckle. “You write for them?” “Yes,” Shannon said. “I can’t believe,” Beverly said, “that a smart, pretty young lady like yourself hasn’t managed to convince my nephew to let you interview him yet.”