Nikki St. Crowe Novels & Stories

I push the duvet away from my body and run towards Cole’s study room. (Cole P.O.V) I signed as I signed the 1500th file. Man today. Man have I made a record. As I was about to stand up from my seat and do some stretches before completing my left out work and going to sleep, the door burst open I and my wolf growled in alert but the familiar smell of chocolate and strawberry calmed me down. Then I saw Nikki standing and crying in front of me. “Nikki, what happens? Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you? Did someone say something to you? Tell me I will make everything right,” I said while looking all over her to see any injuries on her but found nothing and signed in relief.

She looked like a p**n star complete with fake eyelashes and even faker boobs. I smiled, hoping it didn’t look like a grimace. “Hi.” “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Susie.” A woman close to my height separated herself from the group and made her way to me. She was blonde like me, only not as natural as she might have been in her prime. She wore jeans, a low-cut T-shirt, and a vest that had “Property of Crow” on a patch. “I’m Crow’s old lady.” “And my sister,” Mags said.

However, Roxie noticed everyone was there, but there was an extra seat. “Is someone else joining us today?” She whispered in confusion. “Kaizen's mate. She arrived earlier than the other guests for the mating ceremony. Isleen hushed lowly, and the doors burst open dramatically, revealing a girl with wavy brown hair and green eyes, accompanied by two omega maids at her back. “That's her,” Willow hushed lowly and they all watched as she occupied the empty seat. She scanned her eyes rapidly on everyone's faces and a disappointed scowl initiated on her face.

Her expression was one of surprise, as was mine, which soon after became serious; Prince Crowther was sitting next to her, everyone stared at me, I saluted the commander who broke the awkward silence. _______ This is Blacke Livet, one of the best we currently have in the corporation, my eyes fell to Ayla's that brought an expression that I couldn't decipher - Mr. Livet, will accompany Miss Ayla throughout our corporation, she chose military area to exercise the next test of the dispute for the Diamond crown .. - I nodded in a positive sign understanding the reason why she was there - Your Highness, you can choose to go with them or stay here in my company... Nathan Crowther is the scum of al

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.

I stated. "Thanks bro. I owe you big time." He stated smiling at me happily. They left after a few minutes. I’ve never seen Cole excited about a girl before. It looks like he’ll be next in line to Jake. They looked good together. I was about to leave after a few more glasses of wine when I saw her get on stage. I was furious, what the hell is she thinking joining this kind of event. "Hi, good evening everyone. I'm Cassandra Nicole Rockwell. I'm an editor for a lifestyle magazine." She sated sweetly.

The door to the locker room swung open. I didn’t look up at first. I was halfway through taping my stick, pulling the white strip tight, clean, controlled. The room smelled like cold air and sweat. Like every other game night. “Captain,” our assistant coach said, voice tight. I kept my tone calm. “Yeah?” “You might want to see this.” I lifted my head. And the world tilted. He stepped inside like he belonged there. Adrian Cruz.

“I trust you. I just… I hate that Ni-ki’s the one paying for it.” Rowan pulled me into his chest, arms crushing. “He’s not paying. He’s choosing. Big difference.” I mumbled into his shirt, “Still feels shitty.” “Yeah,” he sighed, kissing the top of my head. “It does.” The door opened then, and Ni-ki walked in like he owned the place, all long legs and sharp cheekbones and that stupid pretty face that made everyone stare. He had a duffel slung over one shoulder, black hair messy, wearing tight jeans and a cropped hoodie like he was heading to a club, not enemy territory.

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.