Uglydolls Nolan Novels & Stories

This fierce, feral thing inside of me would rear its ugly head any time I would think about Haven, or someone would mention her, and I would have to refocus and recenter myself to push it back into the recesses of my mind. “Dude, I know you’re anxious and upset and impatient, but you don’t have to growl at me,” Nolan muttered. “I wasn’t growling.” “You were literally just growling at me,” he argued. “I didn’t growl!” “You totally growled,” Reid chimed in as he plopped onto the grass and leaned back on his palms. “Oh, look, his eyes are flashing too.” “Don’t provoke him more, Reid,” Nolan scolded.

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?"

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."

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.