The Nells Novels & Stories

Nelly 📞: well, am outta the country for now Prem 📞: come on! Don't I deserve to be aware? Nelly 📞: I left in a hurry, ...you know Prem 📞: because you are scared, fuck you man Nelly 📞: I ran for my life, period. Call me whatever you want Prem 📞: coward! Just fuck off .....End of conversation..... Nelly is out of the country now, am all fucking alone! Am not going to also run away, I will stay and wait for him and I bet he wouldn't like what he'll face because I will make life a living hell for him when he comes for me ...

“That’s the deal with these guys, they take care of their own and their families, but still – Nell’s fiercely independent and Gunner knew that woman better than anyone. He knew that she’d want to earn her own money and he gave her something to help her do that.” “Wow.” Ana looked over at Nell again, admiring how her long hair glowed like a moonlight river down her back “Well… I think she’s beautiful. I have to admit that she sort of freaked me out when I first got here, but I guess she has to be smart and tough.” “Hell, yeah. Running a bar ain’t no picnic at the best of times, but throw in the MC element, even a pretty benign one, and you’ve got a situation that requires a strong hand.”

More still, she could not understand why Neuer should drive all the way to Nelly's home just to engage in a staring match with her. "Clowns!" Amanda said discreetly to the audience of herself only. Nelly broke the jinx of silence: "What are you doing here?" "Are you really asking me that now, Nelly? I thought you would be excited to see me around but it's evident that I was far from correct." "How dare you insinuate? When have I ever not wanted you around me?" Neuer stepped forward, much closer to Nelly now and he placed his hands on her shoulder -

He was the most powerful man in NorthHill and he finds out whatever he wants to know. Just few minutes ago, one of the boys had referred to Nell as big aunt and asked about their mum and then she acted suspiciously by whispering some words to them. If she was their mother, why would they refer to her as big aunt?

she said, fingers pressing gently around my ankle. “Right there,” I grunted. “But honestly… looking at you is making me forget about the pain real quick.” Nelly paused, then looked up at me with a small smile. “Nelson, right? The basketball star. I’ve heard about you.” “All good things I hope,” I said, leaning back a little so I could stare down her cleavage. God damn those tits were enormous. “You’re new here. Nelly, yeah? I've been wanting to meet you properly.”

"But if you don't help, Auntie, Dad will have to walk around the room with no clothes on at all — how embarrassing." Under Theo's description, that image floated unbidden into Nell's mind, and she twitched the corner of her mouth fiercely. That absolutely could not happen! Thinking that she might end up flustered the whole time regardless, and that the chance of her devouring Sebastian on the spot was even greater that way, Nell made a decisive call. "I'll help!" Better to endure one round of temptation than to risk a dozen more. With that thought, Nell became all the more resolved to help him.

"One more word out of any of you, and I swear I'll—" "Okay. Okay." Travis tried calming the situation. "No need to get violent. Apologies, Nel." The boys knew better than to piss Nelly off. An angry Nelly meant bloody noses, no more spoils, and maybe being dismembered. "Come play ball with us," Darren urged. "You assholes need to fuck off. Right now.” Nelly knelt back down beside me. "I’ve got damage control to do." The crew muttered more apologies and wandered off.

"Noel!" -----------------------------

Slowly, the prying eyes around them seemed to lose interest. "I've arranged for a contact to guide you to the Blackwood Pack. He'll do his part, but the rest is on you," Nelly finally revealed as she rose from her seat. Nebra got up as well. She instinctively recoiled when Nelly approached with arms outstretched, an offer of a hug. "I don't do hugs, especially not with strangers. Back off," she retorted sharply, turning her back to Nelly. Nevertheless, Nelly disregarded her protest and embraced her, whispering in her ear, "Pretending with you is far more challenging than you can imagine. And as much as you might not care about your own life, I do care about mine – a lot."

"Do it, Nelly. Slide them down. Now. Or I start talking to Dad about your birthmark." Nelly looked at the back of Gius’s head. He was humming along to the radio, completely oblivious. She looked back at Armman. He wasn't joking. He was waiting. With trembling hands, Nelly reached under her skirt. She hooked her fingers into the elastic of her underwear. She had to lift her hips slightly, making it look like she was just adjusting her seat. She wiggled them down, inch by agonizing inch, until she could kick them off her ankles and tuck them into her purse.