Nikki St Crowe Books Novels & Stories

Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna The royally screwed queen The royally screwed princess The royally screwed rogue Dark romance on this platform: Let me go ( Stalker romance) Coming July 2024 Kind regards Tema G.M Your favorite author *Heart*

Phoenix crawls over and kisses the top of Gunnar’s head, then Roan’s, before sliding off the end of the bed and grabbing Kitty's hand. "Here, I've got her," Osric reaches out for Anarchy, and Nikki nods, passing over his granddaughter. "She has been a little fussy, I think she knows Liliana isn't here, and she's probably a bit hungry." Nikki explains while holding her hand to keep her calm as she whines.

She collapsed into the chair beside mine, cheeks flushed. “See?” she beamed, breathlessly. “I told you this would be fun.” I gave her nothing but a cold glance, my lips pressed thin. She pouted, but I stood, brushing past her without a word. The ladies’ room was dim, the thud of bass still rattling the mirror above the sink. I barely had time to breathe before I collided with her. Lena. The queen bee. The nightmare in human skin. Flanked by her two shadows, Mary and Jane. she smirked as if the devil himself had whispered a new way to torture me.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

It would look just like his precious Jacobs ladder. I began cleaning up the sewing stuff. It was a relief that Winona had cleaned the kitchen for me, although I had just made sandwiches, I had created quite a mess… I was now gathering up the needles, trying to find the lid to the thread picker. Earlier Corrado had referred to Nikki by her name… which meant she wasn’t his mom, so who was? My stomach churned at the scary déjà vu the entire situation was giving me. Two children from two women… one a mate… a mate that he didn’t want…

Wade finally reached and plucked the leather bound book, careful for no loose pages to slip out. Wade and Marc got to work. “Marc?” Klara’s voice crackled into his head. “Everything OK?” He was surprised she’d contacted him, and worried something was wrong. “Just wanted to check it worked.” He chuckled, “It did, I’m just looking into the coronation want to join?” Five minutes later there was a hesitant knock on the door. “Come in,” Marc stated, glad when Klara pushed it open. “Wade you can go.” He nodded and slipped past Klara as she walked in.

Or a little more. Reese snorted and let the smoke out of his mouth. “Nick has no female friends. What do you think the reason is? " "Maybe I'll be the first to be different." He shook his head in disbelief. “God Shanks, how stupid are you? Nick plays with the women. If he gets bored with one, he moves on to the next. That’s exactly what he’ll do with you and I’m not in the mood to put your grief on me afterwards. "

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

“What about the Soireé?” “Your co-host is doing some serious damage control, sending people home and promising them an early free copy of his latest book as compensation for the “emotional trauma” of watching your father get arrested.” she does her little, bitter snort-laugh again, “As if any of these rich people read.” Still, it was more than enough, we all knew. Nicco Moretti’s latest book in his legendary “Owl Hunter” series is probably considered more valuable than actual gold right now.

So many pictures, complete with first night tutorial. “On your bookshelf. The highest. The cover was pink, with a picture of a bride and groom on the front. At first I thought it was a variety of wedding dress designs, so I took it. I read it and... started to know a little about how. He said, you squeeze and suck my moci and stab me in the bottom. Finished!" Nicholas stuttered. Unable to speak, he just stared like an advertisement for lack of water. “Make it easy, Nik? Just stab it, that's it."