Onyx Nick Cannon Novels & Stories

the man fired back Ehmm", we heard a throat being cleared "can you guys stop bickering among yourselves" , Chelsey said to them like she was scolding toddlers "Like I was saying alpha Blake I'm not the assassin hunters they are," she then turned back to me and said , I then turned to the man beside them and introduced myself, then was about to do the same with the woman but Cassandra had called out to me before catching up and interlocked her hand with mines. "Oh I'm sorry this is my mate and Luna Cassandra "

Rey took a few steps back to allow Jaxon to approach. “But first, please bring that woman to me.” Nicko stared at his best friend standing before him, knowing he had no choice. The two stared at each other in silence for a long time until Nicko finally looked away and cleared his throat. “I’m not a power-hungry person,” Nicko said quietly, as if his ego needed to justify himself. “And I have no ulterior motive against you.” Jaxon’s lips curved slightly into a slight smile. “I know, and I’ll help you,” Jaxon replied before continuing, “Besides, being the head of the Red Cage organization is enough for me because my place is here, Denver.”

The clack and hiss of CO₂ tanks being filled echoed from the firing range nearby. “So,” Nick said, adjusting his gloves and glancing at the group, “what’s the plan this time?” Travis wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his jumpsuit, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I dunno. How about a sniper hunt?” Con’s face twisted immediately. “Oh, fuck no. You’re not pulling that shit on me again. Someone else’s turn.” He shot a glare at Bob, who was trying—and failing—to hide his grin.

Cannon murmured, shaking his head in wonder. I narrowed my eyes, watching Nicholl pause to talk with some of his o-line players. “Does he seem unusually cheerful to you today?” Cannon shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care. Why?” I shrugged too, my gaze stuck suspiciously on our enemy. “Just seems as if he’s always in his best mood after he’s done something terrible to someone else.” “Just be glad it wasn’t against either of us then,” Cannon shot back, popping to his feet before he reached out to offer me a fist bump.

NICOLE `I DON`T FUCK clients` It was all coming together and I felt like a homewrecker lusting over a married man. “Damn it, Nance! Can`t. I got a client. What do you mean Sy has a fever? Fine, I`m on my way over” That statement ran in my head for more minutes than I could count. Hot muscular grumpy Cannon had a wife and a kid. A kid who had a fever and we were rushing to get to. I didn`t think that a man like him had a family.

' My chest is pounding by the time we reach the crepe myrtle trees at the back of the lot, where Nick has readied a makeshift target range. He steadies me in front of him. "What do you think?" My hand went to my chest as my jaw dropped. Nick had arranged the various water bottles he and Sofie had dragged out of the house in a row, from smallest to largest. Each bottle had a name: the 5-gallon water-cooler tank he'd chosen to be Ian. All the way to a mini water bottle, I was sure belonged to Kylie, that read 'Me.' In the mix were Luccese, Steve, and Donna.

The three eggs he stole from a large bird's nest also rolled out of his chest and onto the ground. Nick leans his back against the tree roots, blood pouring from his lips. With an uncontrollable desire, he looks towards William Jackson, his hands clenched tightly. His narrow, long eyes have no pupils, and he does not know when they have turned bright red, full of uncontrollable and murderous intent.

Nick poured us some wine and dimmed the light so that the candles could shine in their beauty. ”This is amazing,” he smiled and filled my plate before his own. I stared at him, his beautiful eyes that glittered under the light of the fire, his chiseled jaw, and his smooth lips. He rolled his sleeve up and I saw the tattoos that he had on his left arm. It was an angel with a wolf behind it.

With a heavy thud, Nick suddenly bent forward. His head was lowered, his eyes red and pleading. "Mister Kane, please, I'm begging you—stick around and clear this up before you go. If you don't, it's going to turn into an all-out slaughter." He could already see it: Oaklandia would be under siege by Wyverna the moment they clashed, dead bodies everywhere. He might not have been born and raised in Oaklandia, but his passion for it burned just as fiercely as any native of the land.

"Keep her heart pumping. Do not let her find an escape through death." "Understood, Alpha Blackthorne," Nick says, his eyes sharp as he locks down the corridor. "I will manage the watch myself. No trace of her scent will leak outside." I slide open the heavy oak door of the pack office. Inside, the silence is thick and agonizing. No matter how many wooden hockey figurines or silver training pucks Shawn slides across the desk, Orion refuses to look up. He stands rigid against the edge of the table, his tiny fingers repeatedly flattening the black-and-silver pack flag pinned to the map. His small shoulders are locked, his jaw clenched so tightly the bone looks ready to snap.