Nikki Payne Author Novels & Stories

he says, his eyes darting to the door behind me as it opens. I quickly dab my lips with a napkin before turning to greet the person who just entered. “Nicky” Clark says, rising to his seat, as he engulfs Nick in a hug. “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Lara” I say, holding out my hand to him for a handshake. He smiles, “I’m Nick Everton, best selling Author in Yula” he says, returning the handshake. “I know” I smile, inwardly bubbling with excitement at the prospect of signing him with my company SignaBook. “Clark you didn’t tell me the lady you were bringing would be quite a stunner” he says, flashing me a smile.

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.

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.

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.

Pissingly answered back to Niki and she was not fully convinced. “– That’s all you need to answer them.” Her inner wolf surprisingly and weirdly convinced her as the omega nodded her head, and continued writing all the information down. Niki put down the pen then glanced at the mirror in front of her. Seeing how sweaty she was and how she forgot what she did a few minutes earlier. The rustling of the papers made her glimpse what she wrote. It was illegible as it was all over the pages but it took her a second to remember what happened.

“Nope. Yoga and swimming, that’s it.” “And what’s your job? The one you have to go to tomorrow?” “Well, I don’t really have to go anywhere… I just need my laptop. I’m a writer.” Nick paused. “Like – books? Or a journalist?” “Books.” “Wow. That’s amazing.” “We seem to be a mutual admiration society,” she said, grinning. He laughed. “I guess we are. So, what kind of books?” “Well, I really want to write literary fiction novels, but it's hard to make a living at it. So mostly I write books based on my travels to Asia.”

Nickie came out of her room at seven fifteen in the panda socks again and the oversized sweatshirt and stopped when she saw me already at the counter. “You slept,” she said. It wasn’t a question. She was looking at me the way she sometimes did, like she was checking something. “Four hours,” I said. “That’s not sleeping that’s a nap.” “It was sufficient.” She poured herself coffee and leaned against the counter and looked at me over the rim of the mug. The one without a coaster. “You found something in the logs,” she said. “Yes.” “Are you going to tell me.” “Phillip Crane,” I said. “Head of research.”

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.