Please Eat Nicole Dollanganger Novels & Stories

With a smile on her face, Alicia finally said, "Nancy, I dare you to kiss Nicole's nipples under her bra." Without complaint or hesitation, Nancy wrapped her arms around Nicole's back and unhooked her bra. She then leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on both of her sister's nipples. Nicole sighed softly at the feeling. Her dare completed, Nancy returned to hugging herself to her sister and holding her face in Nicole's neck as Nicole continued to soothe the frazzled and overly horny girl.

Nicole walked over to the cluttered coffee table, rummaged around, and lit a cigarette. "Nicole, what… what are you doing here?" Marcia asked, her disbelief written all over her face. Nicole exhaled a puff of smoke, tapping the ash into a tray. "What do you think? I'm here to do what needs to be done. Don't you know what kind of place Demon is?" "But… aren't you with Calvin…?"

I said pulling her to take her seat. "This is so amazing, daddy!" Nicole squealed after taking the first bite of her food. "Do you want daddy to always make your spaghetti?" I asked her. She nodded saying "Yes, please." We finished eating and I arranged the dishes into the dish washer while Nicole cleaned the table. We settled in front of the television with our dessert for a movie. "What dies my baby girl want to watch?" I asked after we got comfortable cuddling with blankets over our bodies. "Barbie please.". She mumbled. I searched a barbie movie for her and settled for one;Barbie:Rock and roll.

Mick relaxed against the wall of the booth as he watched Nicole eat her salad. He’d already filled himself eating a roast beef sandwich and French fries, and drinking most of his Coke. His focus had been on the adorable woman sitting across from him. Most women he dated picked at their food like a bird on a diet, but not Nicole. She wasn’t afraid to show him how hungry she was, and she devoured her apple pecan salad. He was grateful she didn’t make a spectacle of herself, but even if she had, he would have joined in the fun.

I ask, wondering if I'll have to use the trigger again. "Sure." Nicole says, slowly. "Whatever you want, Nick." She says, hesitantly. What the hell, we need a little more enthusiasm here. "Think about it, Nicole." I say. "You'll eat each other's pussy's and one of you can suck or fuck me while I eat the other one. It'll be fun."

Nicole vented her anger and left the room, to which Derrick frowned. "Mom, you have to eat so that you don't get sick. I wouldn't be happy if anything went wrong with you," he said, as he went to inspect the meal that Nicole wanted their mother to eat. The food had already turned cold and Lady Loretta said, "It's not that I don't want to eat it. It's just that I'm not hungry."

"Good girl." With that he walked out of her room, closing the door behind him. Getting freshened up; Nicole tossed her hair into a messy bun before pulling on an off-shoulder white crop top with a high-waisted maxi blue and white polka-dotted skirt, paired it with her favorite gladiator sandals. Quickly pulling on a long chain necklace and her engagement ring, she grabbed her bag and rushed down the stairs. The sound of chatter led her into their dining room, the sight of her parents having breakfast with Salvatore standing by their window greeting her.

Nicole's POV They applauded. The spotlight was on me and I curtsied. The show was a success and Maria Nicole Powers always delivers as promised. The after party was a little too much for my taste. Though I tried so hard not to think about him,my mind slowly drifted to that scumbag. My blood boiled but my heart fluttered. It didn't get any better when he appeared arm in arm with his girlfriend, Cassie Norman. "Nicky, I love the gowns. I promise I'll buy all of them," Mrs Batolomè squealed.

I sit down, half-heartedly eating as Alex hovers nearby, waiting to head to the office with me. Nicole sits across from me, watching me carefully. “My love,” she says sweetly after a few moments, “since you’re heading to the office… why don’t you just stop by the mall with me for the gown? It won’t take long, and it’s important to me.” I open my mouth to refuse, but before I can stop myself, I find the word slipping out: “Okay.” Alex, standing by the door, looks stunned. “Alpha,” he interjects, “you can’t. You’ve been gone from the office for days. There’s a lot to catch up on—”