The Deep Novel Nick Cutter Novels & Stories

The nurse hurried to me and held my hand. Chuck was rough; he showed no sign of being gentle with me. In the past, he would've been agonized if I'd so much as scratched my hand. "Stop screaming. I should know how painful this is since I've done it so many times. Why have I never realized how good you are at faking these things?" The white lights on the ceiling blinded me, making my eyes water. I slowly shut them. I could feel the child leaving my body, but the pain in my heart had long surpassed that of my body. The lower half of my body was numb, but my heart still felt like it was being repeatedly stabbed.

Suddenly, she wasn't feeling hungry anymore. Lucien stood in the middle of the wide and empty room. His eyes roamed with a gentle gaze, his heart beating ever so slowly. He closed his eyes, feeling the memories he has tried so hard, over and over to forget, rush in like a wild tsunami. He swallowed, slowly opening his eyes. His soft steps gently approached forward, his eyes settling on the white sheets staring at him. He had promised himself that he would stop doing this but old habits die hard, they say. He couldn't help it, anytime the pain overwhelmed him, threatening to break him piece by piece, he'd find himself torn and in front of what he had promised himself to let stay buried.

She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered. He moved to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans. He pushed them down along with her panties in one rough motion. Mira kicked them off the rest of the way. Now she was completely naked under him. Jake sat back on his knees and looked at her body. His eyes were dark with hunger. “So fucking pretty,” he said.

He left it, and the screen is currently lighting up with notifications. My curiosity takes over and I pick it up. Several text messages from someone named Jeremy. I know Jeremy. He's Nick's assistant. But there's another one from someone named Desmond, Arrow and Hunter. I frown in confusion. Hunter? Was that the same Hunter from the coffee shop? I click on one of the texts and a chat box opens. A message from Hunter. [Watch your back, Dee. I'll kill that little whore. Then I'll kill you next.] My suspicion arises. Who is Dee?

If Maggie didn’t feel they could improvise then she couldn’t. “Think, think!” Tara shouted as she repeatedly slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. Brandon made his way to the rifle, picked it up and walked over to Dennis. “I know this is the way I choose to go,” he said. “What about you?” Dennis stared at the rifle in silence and then in horror at Dominic who was pouring the last of the gasoline onto the porch. The sun was on the horizon and it was easier to see the field of ugly beasts mingling amongst Maggie’s remains. The gruesomeness of the situation turned his stomach. Bile filled his throat as he quickly turned away.

“The Blackwood Academy — a place where elites connect to elites, and the rich get richer.” RECAP: Marlene realizes she may have been the most naïve among her friends, while Ethan uncovers information that could destroy everything in the future. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️ “Ruby… what do you mean it’s Caspian?” I asked, my voice shaking. I couldn’t process the words—couldn’t even begin to accept them. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t…”

Talon already stopped crying and now has a positive ambiance. “I don't have any idea, but I know that the coven is safe and I can feel it.” Talon stood up and accidentally slipped from the debris. “Did you put your bad luck to me, Falla?” “You're just being clumsy at all times, Talon.” Falla crossed her arms while rolling her eyes as they're back from being the two witch kids with “unending arguments.” For the moment Talon stood from the debris, a stone nearby glows in a radiant red color as if it is activated by his touch. A note is slowly revealed as the fire started to carve words from the stone. It is a note made out of magic and they know who made it. “I think we know where the coven is

I yelled out, my heart aches when I see the tears flowing down her eyes. How much did she hear? " Amore." I called out to her, but I didn't think she could hear me. "Amore." I raised my hands to touch her when she shifted back, racing out of the office to the elevator. " Fuck." I yelled, casting a glare at Nick. Even though I knew it wasn't his fault, I still couldn't help but blame him. If he hadn't started a conversion about all this in the first place, this wouldn't have happened.

Flames ate it in seconds. Axel lost it. "Why don't you just die! That frame—she picked it out! It was her favorite!" Then came the low, ugly rumble. Gas. "Did you shut off the gas line?" Axel didn't even look up. Just snatched his box and bolted. I spun around— The fire had turned into a full-blown monster. Axel saw it too. Shoved the last few guys out and slammed the door shut. "What are you doing? Our captain's still in there!"

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.