Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

When I walked out of the hospital clutching the miscarriage report, dazed and hollow, my husband Enzo called. "Feeling any better? I'll send a car for you. Corinne, you know that as my Donna, you have to follow the family rules. I can't bend them just because of your old stomach issues." "And don't blame Elara. She was only doing what she was told." I answered flatly, "Okay." He laughed. "That's my good girl." What Enzo didn't know was that it wasn't just a stomachache. I'd lost the baby. Three hours earlier, when the pain had become unbearable and I tried to leave, Elara had stopped me: "Ten more minutes, Corinne. You shouldn't put Enzo in a difficult position over something so trivial." En

I start to feel a bit defensive. “Well, yeah, I mean. Nothing about it is good for you, and now that you have a niece who you will spend time with, I think maybe you could consider quitting.” She looks at me as if it is just that easy to quit smoking. Just snap my damn fingers and it's gone. “Call her bluff.” Saint taunts. His mood swings have been so wild since he came back in December. After I died in Blood River and was able to be resuscitated I thought it would be kind of like a reset button for him, but it wasn’t.

Nick the saint added making all the guys look at him suspiciously. "I didn't think you were also from Texas." I quickly retorted. "I'm from Massachusetts, I just think it would be cool to be different plus it's his wedding, we should respect his wishes. Unless you three are the groom don't add anything, wait for your wedding days." Silence. "It wasn't even that deep, it was just a banter. Why are you so uptight Nick?" I teased. "Do you play for both teams?" Sam added making Tristan burst out laughing. I had no problem with people's genders and sexuality, homophobes bothered me because how exactly is it their business. On the brighter side I hoped he was because he could stir off Leona.

Bronx puts his arms around his wolf and gives him a playful scratch on the chest. “Bronx, a-are we dead?” I look at him, but he’s murmuring at Saint. “You know, I’ve never actually seen Saint in person. It’s really weird, but I kind of like it.” Bronx focuses on Saint a little longer, running his fingers through Saint’s fluffy white coat, then looks me in the eye and takes my hand. “We’re in your mother’s palace. How do you feel?”

Mr Lee said and went outside to make an urgent call. Nicki moved her mouth to Alexis ear and whispered, " what is StarForce?" she asked and he smiled before whispering back to her. " it is a modeling company, and we are having an Ad there tomorrow" Alexis said and she nodded even though she has a bad feeling about it. " they are really get along" xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded.

I said with a weird and unbelievable face. “I wouldn’t call it a legal company, let alone a legal term.” I sighed. Of course. He was working underground with weird people who have weird contracts with weird terms. “And why do they want that?” I continued. “I should seem like a responsible father now, shouldn’t I?” He smiled and I rolled my eyes. Yeah. right. “I wouldn’t do that. She—she is not that kind of girl and we don’t have that kind of relationship.”

Sebastian chuckles, finding Killian in such a fragile state. He never thought he would get to see Killian in this way; scared out of his mind. Who knew the Bad Boy of Milestone High believes in fairies and monsters? "Hey, my boy ain't no atheist. Stop judging." Nick jumps in to defend his best friend all while chuckling himself. "It's hard not to."

“It’s not like we can hide the fact that Saint’s wrist is sprained from HIS own parents... what happens if they video call him to check up on our so called ‘vacation’ that we went for.” “We’re going to be in so much trouble,” Saint said. . TBC

Nonna asked, grinning at him. Saint let out a sigh. "I don't know, Nonna. I haven't found the right one yet." "You need to look harder, dear. We want to have some great-grandchildren soon!" The table erupted in laughter, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their antics. Saint was twenty-two and didn't even finish college yet and now they wanted a baby out of him. Well, I couldn't blame them, my Papa had me at twenty-one and if he was alive today, he would be thirty-nine years old.

He was a playboy according to The Gent; a glossy magazine that gossips about the eligible bachelors in New York City, and there was once an article about him in the New York Times where they referred to him as a Cold Blazing Winter Man and for whatever reason, they were right, because he was so cold, but he made her felt so hot too. He was exactly the type of man she needed to avoid, the man powerful enough to break her if they wanted to. She had to make sure to only focus on his children and avoid him at all costs.