Uglydolls Nolan Novels & Stories

Nolan announced as she stepped out in a simple blush dress. “She looks… fine,” I said, hiding the real thought… she looks breathtaking. For days, she’d been avoiding me like I was contagious, slipping out of rooms or finding chores that didn’t exist. Seeing her in front of me now, cheeks flushed with annoyance as she spun slightly for our “approval,” made something deep in my chest ache. “You two are ridiculous, I like this though!,” she muttered, disappearing back into the dressing room. “Daddy,” Nolan whispered loudly, “we should match for the photo. You wear this color too.” He pointed at a light gray blazer.

But it wasn't my father. Nolan Douglas stood there. For a second, my heart stopped. He looked like a prince from a movie, dressed in a sharp, expensive tuxedo. But then I looked at his face. His eyes were red and glassy, and his jaw was tight with pure hatred. He smelled like expensive whiskey and cold air. "Are you a gold digger, or just a fucking damn liar?"

That would be too absurd, even for my life. “Fine,” Nola said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “For the record, while you were off vanishing into the night, I got the drummer’s number.” “Good for you,” I muttered, lowering myself carefully onto a stool. Every movement made me regret existing. She grinned. “So, still obsessed with Mr. Corporate Perfection?” “His name is Kaelon.” “Right, Kaelon. The man who would not notice you even if you wrote your name across his coffee cup.”

she screams, fury waving off her in waves. Val snorts while Noah coughs into his fist, clearly trying not to laugh. Nova points accusingly at both of us. “This isn’t funny! He’s messing up my damn life!” “Well, you first have to tell us what you’re talking about,” Noah says carefully, adjusting the sleeping baby against his chest. “Who are we murdering?” “Nolan!” Right on cue, the back front opens and Nolan walks in carrying a football under his arm, completely unbothered. His dark hair is messy from practice and there’s a bruise forming near his jaw, but the boy has the audacity to look relaxed.

That way , I could them attack them with ease. “Do you know that you are actually crazy?” Nolan said clearly disgusted as he moved away from Jean . “Yes, that is why I want you to go back to that girl and make it clear to her that you actually don’t have anything to do with the baby that she is actually expecting .” “To so ill about you and make her get disgusted with you more and more . Break her completely .” “I was not satisfied with the way she was lamenting about you to me earlier in the café, that is actually not enough compared to actually what I actually want to happen .”

“You got yourself a beautiful wife like I said But tell me—are you even sure that the child she claims is yours truly belongs to you?” For a heartbeat, I could only stand there, numb, every sound in the restaurant collapsing into a heavy silence. Then Nolan spoke, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “I don’t know who you are,” he said steadily, “and I don’t know why you’re trying to intimidate her, but that’s none of your business, young lady.” Candy blinked, startled. Her smirk faltered, just slightly. “I don’t care who you think you are or what you’re saying,” Nolan continued, his tone calm but threaded with unmistakable steel, “but you don’t talk to her like that. Looks li

Nolan allowed, "but I will not be held responsible if someone tears your throat out." "Then I'll pass,” Theodore gulped. "Good choice,” Nolan nodded. Then Nolan's eyes landed on Falcon, who was openly admiring him like a piece of high-end furniture. "Hello," Falcon purred. "I'm Falcon. But everyone calls me Baby." Nolan raised a brow. "Baby?" "Yes, Daddy?" Falcon replied, biting his lip and letting out a small purr. Nolan grimaced. "The only thing I hate more than vampires... are fairies. And judging by this one's glitter and crop top, I'd say he's a cock-sucker. I don't want him eating from my cutlery."