Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

But how? “Anyways, there's only one way out if you want your secret sealed and I can help you get out of the consequences that would follow, when Scorpion spills the beans “ Fiona offered. Jeniva gnashed her teeth . Scorpion? oh she even knows the nickname of that criminal? Well, that's too late. The idiot was already dead along with others. She chuckled softly and said “Looks like you're a little late. This celebrity is not afraid of anything because the dead can no longer speak” she boasted.

"N-no, I just didn't want to spend the money. It's nobody's fault." Before Shirley could respond, a man came charging straight at her. "Go to hell, Shirley! I'm gonna make your family pay!" Shirley immediately recognized him—Dominic Douglas, the CEO of Douglas Enterprise, the Bishops' longtime rival. After the Bishops crushed Douglas Enterprise, Dominic went bankrupt and never fully recovered mentally. In her past life, he had been the one to attack Shirley and cause her infertility. As he rushed forward, Shirley's first instinct was to look at Oscar.

I wasn’t gone that long. “Aw that sounds like fun, can we come?” Saint says as the other two guys look at him as if he had lost his mind. Realising he sounded lame, Saint rubs the back of his neck as he looks down trying to cover the red tint that now coats his handsome face; Focus Bell! “Only if we can practice on you?” My sister says with that wicked glint in her eyes, I look at her poking my eyes out at her, but in true Denu style she just shrugs.

Saint parked near a lively strip lined with food stalls and arcade lights. "Today, I've got only one rule." Saint said, killing the engine. "Which is?" "We are just ordinary people with no titles or last names. We are no mafia. We are just us." "Like a couple that is here to enjoy some time?" "Kinda." Saint answered, his eyes scanning the environment as an excuse to hide the ache that was about to show in his eyes. Nicolas's brow lifted slightly, genuinely intrigued and not guessing anything wrong. "I like the sound of that then. Let's do it."

Wilder: You’re just scared I’ll show up at your house and pull my zipper down. Niko: That selfie still gives me nightmares. Wilder: Thanks, I’m blushing. Anyway, Saint, have a great time, knock her up more and fuck her into submission if she gets mouthy or difficult. Saint: Uh … thanks for the advice, Wilder, that was real solid. Not.

"That tiny brown mole! The size, the spot... It's exact! Just like the Old Don's funeral three years ago!" "I have the photo! Look!" "Holy shit... It's real! She really is Chloe Rossi!" "Her face hasn't changed at all... God, she ain't no 200-pound tank. She's a straight-up smoke show!" "The Underboss kicked this kind of babe to the curb after three years? Is he out of his damn mind?!" The tide turned instantly. The screaming enforcers turned pale, looking down in pure embarrassment. Julian's breathing turned ragged. His eyes went bloodshot. He snapped forward, staring dead at the mole he knew so well.