Only Ever Yours Nikki Ash Novels & Stories

The last thing I would do is raise my voice at Nik…ughhh, no, Asher and make him feel traumatized. I'd never do that. Niko is dead. Why does he keep popping up in my head every now and then? “Your tablet? Your work tablet? Why would you ask Asher concerning that? It's not like he would know. You don't let anyone touch it anyways." She deadpanned and I exhaled hard. This is sickening. “I need every lead I can get right now to find out who rerouted funds for Niko's treatment. I gave Asher my tablet and then came back to stumble on an unknown website so…” I trailed off when I saw tears spilling out of her eyes.

I replied. Nikki set my phone down on the bar surface and looked at me with an expression I could not fully read. It was not the blankness of someone who had nothing to give. It was the expression of someone who had just found themselves in possession of a piece of information they had not expected to be holding and who was deciding very quickly what to do with it. "No," she said slowly. "No one by the name Avery Nash performs here." She picked up my phone and looked at the photograph one more time, carefully.

Of course, if indeed I speak of nothing but the truth, I won't hesitate to rob her of hers and add it to my barn, despite knowing her mate needs it more. Tears sting my eyes, the only person that puts me in an uncomfortable position aside from the weird positions for my lovers is Nikki. Only Nikki. She unwraps me like a parcel, reads me like a freaking book, and reshapes me like pure gold, refined and strong. I need her and I can't deny it. I can't be alone after creating havoc in Orlando pack, I need a confidant. And the fact that she brings out my heirloom to help me with my treasure hunt is heart melting. I can't tell if she did it to pull the emotional string or get something out of me,

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.

Never ever. "Zoya, your pair will be Zohan and my pair will be Reyhan. Rukhsar will become my baby" little Ayesha said. "Noo, why me always?" Rukhsar whined. "No, my pair will be Sahir," Zoya said "But he is not playing with us," Rukhsar said. "He is playing with us and he will be my pair. Okay, Sahir? You are my pair. SAY IT!!" Zoya said.

" Rebecca gasped, her eyes widened as she eyed Nikki from head to toe. author Facebook page: Author faith Odulesi Instagram:@faithodulesi

ASHLEY. I listened to Nick's friend talk about a childhood story. One that had my boss giving him murderous glance across the table. "Imagine little Nick with Kat's red lipstick all over his face, Ash." Ludacris Smith. He was popular too. The media labelled them as the handsome duo. He was more laid back and funny. "Nick really does know how to choose 'em." It’s the first thing he said to me when I opened the door for him.

Ever since then, Asher did not hear the lady complain about their loudness anymore. Last night was Nikita’s last to be with him, so as she begged to make their night unforgettable and the best among all nights that they have shared, he banged her senseless and all night. It was already the crack of dawn when they call it a night. Nikita was gone when he woke up. He smelt something delicious, so he came out of his room and headed to the kitchen. He saw a lady in very sexy clothing with her sexy body displayed to his still sleepy eyes. He paused on his track leaning at the half-wall pillar in between the space of the living room and kitchen. Watching the beautiful back of his renter cooking so

"I'll see you then." He hung up first. She held the phone for a moment after. Dorian Ashwell had been her father's protege, then her friend, then something she had deliberately kept at the edge of her life for three years because it had not been fair to him and she had known it. He deserved more than the fraction of herself she had been able to offer while she was pouring everything into a marriage that was drinking her dry. She set the phone down. Stood up and walked to the window.

Nikolai—shirtless, gun in one hand, knife in the other, blood splattered across his chest and knuckles. His eyes found her instantly. He crossed the room in three strides. Sliced the tie with the knife. “Stay low. Follow me. Now.” His voice was calm. Deadly calm. He pulled her from the bed. Pressed a small pistol into her hand—Glock 26, compact. “Do you know how to use this?” She nodded—her father had taken her to the range years ago, before the debts, before everything fell apart. “Good. Safety off. Stay behind me.”