No Good Nick Age Rating Novels & Stories

Reminder: If you're 18 years old below, please hesitate to read this story. This story contains a lot of mature and stricted scenes that will, I won't say 'might' because it will really ruin your innocence. Innocents aren't allowed here. So, if you're just a kid, wait for more years. Once you've reached legal age, thats when you can read this story. But if you're stubborn, then continue reading this story. But! Don't dare do something silly. If you're going to read, just read.

Caption: "Violent. Unstable. Liar." And the tweets. Thousands. "Of course he’s lying. Look at him." "Victor’s son is a drunk" "He’s doing this for money + clout" Agent Collins turned it off. Enough. Nico hadn’t moved. He was staring at the black screen. It’s from 7 years ago he said. Quiet. I was 19. Everyone was stupid at 19. I know I said. But the internet doesn’t care. *DAMAGE CONTROL* 7:00 AM - 10:00 AM

"I'm not." "Good." The word came out more forceful than I intended. Nick's eyes snapped to mine. "Good?" "She doesn't deserve you." My heart hammered. "The way she talked to you at dinner was cruel." He stared at me for a long moment. Too long. Like he was seeing something he hadn't noticed before. "Zara," he said, his voice dropping lower. "How old are you?" "Twenty four." "Christ." He rubbed his face. "You should go back to bed."

After a few seconds, I heard Nick's trademark uproarious laugh, an action that caused the few customers in the store to turn to see us. “Mark, that's wonderful!” Nick exclaimed smiling. "It's nothing wonderful.” I mumbled. “It’s not?” "No... it's just, Hmm... I haven't done that either.” I continued whispering. “What?!” Nick yelled in shock. "Keep your voice down. For God's sake!” I asked, embarrassed when all the clients took an interest in us "Forgive me friend, but this is incredible, you are two people that are what? Eighteen years old? And you haven’t had your first kiss? Don't fuck me with that.” Nick said, still impressed.

Embarrassed by her previous remark of calling a 'junior' her 'senior', Celia kept looking here and there with her face lowered which soon turned red. "Wait! What??? This guy here is just 23? Even Celia whom we considered as the youngest is 25," said Nick. *Smack* He didn't even get to conclude his sentence when Alex hit him on his head, "Huh? Don't you know? You should never talk about a woman's age. That's the number one rule. Is that clear?" "You!!!!! Who gave you the right to hit me? You're the same age as me. 28. Then, why did you..."

she said and I laughed, "maybe a bit.. so, should I?" She shrugged, "I lost you already so I have nothing to lose.. out with it." "Coz she has a heart.. and she's matured. Forget her age because there's people her age but they are childish as fuck.. she's matured and keep this to yourself, she fucks like a 24 year old...." I said the last part with a wink and my ex smiled, "I have a heart too you know and I'm all grown up now, well as for fucking.. you know that.."

We all turned to Nicki and she looked up at us in confusion. “You guys want me to say something?” she added and we all nodded in agreement. She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Enora, don’t be going around dating people’s dads. That is fucking gross. He’s like forty or something and you’re like… Do you like have a kink for older guys?” We all chuckled and for the first time in a long time, my heart felt free as a bird.

“Listen, Auggie. Dying is a serious thing. When someone dies, they can’t come back. They can’t see their family anymore. Do you want to be all alone forever? Even Nora won’t be there because she will be too busy being Alpha.” “Oh…” Augustus looked horrified. Thankfully, the twin were too attached to each other to even think about living alone. “And Nora,” I added, turning to her with narrowed eyes, “sex is something grown-ups do when they love each other. But there’s a right age, and that is eighteen.” “But Uncle Rome said—” “Uncle Rome was wrong,” Dante cut in firmly. “And I’m passing a new rule today. From now on, the legal age of consent in this pack is eighteen.”

I said. “It’s a little funny,” Ashley said gently. “I don’t want him dating.” “You don’t want him growing up,” she corrected softly and that landed harder than I expected. Nick leaned back in his chair. “Okay, let’s be rational. Is Kim trouble?” “No.” “Bad influence?” “No.” “Drugs? Failing classes? Stealing cars?” “No.” Ashley folded her arms thoughtfully. “Then what exactly is the issue?” she asked. “He’s thirteen” I replied.

I called out. "Yeah?" "That night when you accidentally spilled out Nick's age, he was mad. I could tell." She gazed at me. "Why was he mad? You even looked guilty after you said that and you said you were sorry. Why? Age is just a number. What's the big deal about it?" I asked her. "Nick doesn't really want people to know any form of information about him. He's gotten very secretive ever since...." She trailed off. "Ever since?" I asked.