Nolan Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

"Kiss who?" Nolan grabs me and presses his lips on mine in response. I smell whiskey and cigar while the tip of his tongue traces the shape of my lips, then the seam in between. He is nibbling on my lower lip, setting fire in my body. This bastard is an excellent kisser, but I must fight it. This is Nolan Walters, and he is an arrogant, disgusting man and the rival of my father's company. I come to my senses and smash my Louis Vuitton heels on his right foot.

Not all of us are lucky enough to be bound to our lover by a curse. Noah remembered this empty insult: It had made him furious. But still, he shouldnt have said what Noah e next: Go, then. You wont be missed. He regretted it instantly, but it was too late. Noah rolled back his shoulders and threw out his arms. When his wings bloomed at his sides, they sent a burst of hot wind rippling across the grass where Daniel, Shelby, and Miles were hiding. The three of them peered up. His wings were massive and glowing and--

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

Nolan laid on the soft grass with a cigarette buring at the edge of his lips His eyes were kinda red and puffy. "Nolan ?"she slacked her steps seeing the disoriented state he's in Softly,she sat beside him and eventually threw her head back They both stared at the sky in slience with both of them finding if hard to talk "Ouch !...'a loud wince erupted from his lips as Bexley pulled his ear hard "Bexley!' he yelled in pain. She twisted it the more bringing out more screams "Seriously Nolan? You did two things that makes me wanna kill you. First,you refused to wear that lovely outfit and second. You're here sobbing...man whôre "she tched before letting his ear go

He presses down on my tongue until my jaw aches. “Understand?” I nod, the movement clumsy around his thumb. He pulls free, wipes the wetness across my cheek like he’s marking me. Then he stands and steps back, joining Finn and Nolan on the players’ bench. Three predators in a row. All fully dressed. All watching. “Spread your knees,” Nolan says, voice flat. “Wider. I want my brother to see everything.” I shuffle my knees apart on the rubber. The air kisses between my thighs, cold and intrusive. I’m already wet...God help me, I’m already wet, and the shame of that is its own punishment.

I knew that look. I'd seen it on Ennik's face enough times. Who does she think she is? What's she doing here? With him ? I pulled the boys closer, my knuckles whitening. Every pair of eyes in that foyer seemed to strip me bare, dissect me, find me wanting. And worst of all? I started to believe them. "Introduce yourselves." Nolan straightened his posture, chin raised with quiet authority as he faced the four women. "This is Lorreta Sullivan and my twin sons, Sawyer and Asher."

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

Nolan was seen on his seat in the Rothschild cooperation when ye seemed to received a call, He slowly picked up his phone staring at the phone screen it turned out to be a call from Lauren, he definitely wanted to ignore at first, He knew she is always been childish but seeing hey calls continuously, He slowly picked up with his eyes closed and snapped rudely at her.

He wasn't sure because not once has she looked at his direction. Frank felt like marching over to their table and shoving his chicken wing down her companion throat. That would teach him a lesson or two and equally paint him a monster in the presence of his investors as well so it wasn't even an option to consider. Damn. This wasn't how he planned to spend his night. Anything other than the sight for sore eyes seating across his table would have been just great. How could she pretend not to have noticed his presence right by her side. Was she really that blind by the new guy?