Nikki St. Crowe Novels & Stories

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Nikki, Sweet, and Lee were sisters from the same well of pleasure. Nikki was the funniest and had black hair. Sweet kept brown hair and always came up with new styles. While Lee had gold hair. They chatted among themselves excitedly in the room as they waited for Ray Dantley. Dressed in bikini wear, they moved to the bed in anticipation. Lee shared their roles whenever they had a foursome and she rehearsed it over again.

Nikki spat as I was just refilling my cup. “Not a twerk battle again.” I heaved out. Nikki has been fond of twerk battles and dancing in general and honestly, she’s quite the monster and she would easily devour anyone. Not only that she’s gifted with a modelesque figure, but she’s also good at working the dance floor. She might not have the biggest bum out there but she surely does have the moves to back things up. “Oh yes, honey! I’m going to throw my ass out there and slay everyone.” Gritting with such confidence, Nikki pulled me once again.

The ring, the scar… could it be possible? Her contemplation was interrupted by the approach of two women who positioned themselves on the other side of the column, unaware of her presence. “Did you see her?” one voice whispered, high and brittle with disdain. “The younger Ellwood girl, in that dreadful sage gown.” “How could one miss her?” replied a second, lower voice. “She stands out like a crow among doves.” “Plain as a sparrow, poor thing. And those curves—her modiste must have despaired.”

He was mad; he could see his stray trembling, trying to calm him down. The people inside the dining hall were whispering about her. “Is she your wife, Alpha?” The guy in a black coat asked Drake. His forehead creased. “No, she’s just a stray. . .” he answered coldly. “. . . don’t give interest on her, she’s nothing but trash who happened to sell her soul to me,” he added, annoyed. Emily held Drake’s arm, getting his attention. “Alpha,” she called. Drake looked at her. “What stray?”

Now there's two reasons, maybe because they hide or they die. Katara continued to walk, her core spirit transformed into a black crow that was standing on her shoulder. "Thank you." She said in her mind. "That's not free." He answered. "By the way what's your name?" She asked. "Angus." "Very well then, I am Ave but I am Katara. I am pretending to be Ave but I am not Ave, and I am not real Katara either." She explained. "I know, that's why I chose you." Not edited

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.

His deep voice was gentle and fatherly. “How come you are so much gentler than Jack and Grace? I thought snipers had to stow their emotions.” “I seek redemption for my Wild Hunt days. I won't go into details, but I am not proud of my actions. I jumped at the chance to join the Scald Crow project and right some wrongs.” Warren plopped in the chair and noticed the security camera was still operational, “Whatever took our friends is not familiar with modern technology,” He clicked a few keys and rewound the footage for about two hours. He pressed play. Nothing happened after five minutes.

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.