Novel & Cerita Sir Nicholas De Mimsy-porpington

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

Mensaviv let out a smile. Nothing bothered Nicholas except Charles - Charles is also human, he thought. He cleared his thoughts when he realized the letters were talking about females. He gazed toward Mensaviv shortly. "Do I know you?" Nicholas frowned his face, but in his head was a bunch of ransacking going on to find the face of an elderly man in it. "No, you can't. But I know you." He said. "Oh - I'm that popular?" "You're the son of the great alpha who wouldn't know you?" Mensaviv bowed his head down again.

He is 25 years of age. Nicholas is a redhead with deep green eyes. He is the youngest of us all, 22 years old. And of course we treat him like the baby of the group just to piss him off. He is actually the CEO of Hemsworth Corps. He took over from his father when he got sick two years ago. However, when his father was well enough to continue running the business he realized that Nicholas was already doing such a good job so he gave him the company.

Sharon hovered at the edge of my consciousness, restless but not yet fully awake, flickering like a candle. “You’ll do anything,” I whispered to my reflection. “So do it.” The guards outside his office stiffened as I approached. No one stopped me. Maybe they’d already been told to expect me. Maybe they wanted to see how far the fallen slave would crawl tonight. I knocked once, sharp. “Enter.” His voice rolled out low and unhurried, but even from the hallway I could feel the heat of it. Inside, Nicholas sat behind his blackwood desk, fingers steepled. Moonlight poured across his shoulders, catching the scar at his jaw and the gold in his eyes. His scent hit me like a wave—forest musk, steel,

NATALIA’s POV. The gentle knock on the door makes me raise my head and I almost roll my eyes when I see the person who has just ventured into the room. Nicholas stands at the door for a while before he starts to take slow steps towards me. “Your aunt says you have not eaten anything all day” his voice resonates in my ear. I drop the book I am reading and turn my full attention to him. “Point of correction, Nicholas. She is not my aunt but a savant here”

Ben smiled and nodded then said, “Yep, but he’s a psychic and every time you sleep with his daughter, he’s going to know what all you’re doing to her. What do you think about that?” Thorin cringed and said, “Oh, sweet Jesus. He’s going to kill me.” When they got to the other side, they came to the gate that Ben had seen in his dreams. They were met there by a tall man with long dark hair who said, “Hello Ben Logan. I am Lord Nicholas. Welcome to the North Woods.” Ben grinned and held out his hand. “It’s good to see you again Nicholas.” As the ancient sorcerer returned his knowing smile and shook Ben’s hand, he nodded towards the entrance. “I believe you’ll find her watching the ships leave.

He said to me. "Thank you so much sir for your time" I put up a facade smile at him. He didn't give me a reply though. Rather, he ponderously walked past me, muttering to himself and now oblivious of my lurking profile. "At least she's better than all those other women that served Sir Nicholas. Those ladies smell like gold miners, and sometimes, I find it quite burdensome to keep up with them. How does Sir Nicholas even keep up with those ladies? They are so cheap and money thirsty. If Sir Nicholas never had the money, I bet all those women wouldn't even go close to him, talk more of following him like a fly..."

"How useful you are." "Glad to be of service." Nicholas’s familiar was a dog. It was a big Bernese mountain dog named Bishop who everybody on campus seemed to love. He smiled and wagged his tail as Nicholas took him on a walk around campus. He would stop to accept pets from people and chased Aubrey’s cat that jumped up a wall to get away. Some familiars acted more animal-like than others and Bishop was one of them. "What does the form of the familiar say about the master, Finn?"

“Oh, Papa! He addressed casually as he pointed towards one screen, his eyes glued on it. “The lady in the tunnel said hi. That’s her!” Everything in the room stilled. Dominic crouched in front of him. “The lady in the tunnel?” He repeated gently. Nicholas nodded, tilting his head to one side. “She was upstairs when I went up to hide from Mimi. I asked where she’s going and pointed the tunnel.” He answered calmly. “She’s pretty, Papa and she had long hair like Mama’s. But it’s black. She said the tunnel was a secret and that I was brave.”

Author’s Note: Hey fam! So remember when I gave a vague estimate for how many chapters were left? Well, I am here to confirm that chapter 79 will be the end of SIR. I get so emotional just thinking about it, and I am not even remotely ready for it to be over. But let's do the damn thing together. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ David leads me into his apartment, not commenting on the mess he has to guide me through. Or maybe he doesn’t even notice.