Nick Sans 소설 & 이야기

I just stared at the screen, not knowing what to do or say as Dorian spoke based on Nick's 'about'. "You just had sex with the most private businessman and millionaire in Indiana. Nicholas King, the owner of NK Security Company."

Zane’s fans had spent three years painting their entire team as arrogant dickheads who played dirty and partied hard. But standing here—Nick looked more like someone who’d tell a decent joke at a funeral just to cut the tension. ”So what’s it actually like?” He asked. ”What’s what like ?” I raised a brow. “You know, being on a show with Ashford.” He said it plainly. “I’ve played against him for three years. I’m trying to figure out if he’s worse at home or just on the ice.” “He’s only terrible some of the time.” I blurted before I could think.

“Let me go!” “Not a fucking chance.” Nikolai’s voice was low. He shoved me against the wall of the stall, blocking every escape route. “Please,” I gasped, hand flying to my stomach. “Please, just let me go.” “Let you go?” He let out a humorless laugh. “You disappear for five months and think I’ll just let you go?” “I’m not part of your pack anymore,” I said, breath shaking. “You have no claim on me.”

“Hello, Nick.” “Damn!” Nick stood up and walked around. He was the son of a Russian Mafia but was disowned for making a decision that costed his sister her life. I first met him in training as a young pup. After a brief hug, he shook Travis’s hand. “Good to see you. Must be doing well for yourself?” Nick moved to sit back down and we took the chairs in front of his desk. My eyes instantly went to his knuckles. They were opened. “I wasn’t expecting you.” Nick caught me looking at his hands. Holding them up, he flexed them. “I was busy.”

he says, shrugging. I narrow my eyes at him, as I’ve noticed he’s spending a considerable amount of time around Rosa, Nik’s girl. Although, currently they’re on a break. “Me neither,” Nik says, shaking his head. “Rosa’s being a bitch.” My eyes narrow in on Rizzo’s fists as he clenches them, rage sparking in his eyes. “You should cut your girl some slack, Krushev,” Rizzo says. Nik just glares at him. “Mind your own fucking business.”

After a short while, we arrived at the house, and the driver parked in front of the building. Nicklaus broke the silence. “You are lying to me. I saw him kiss you on the neck,” he said. His face was blazing red with anger. My jaw dropped, and I stuttered. “Nicklaus, please, there is a lot to explain,” I said. “Do you always let men kiss you on the neck?” he asked. “No, Nicklaus. It was a harmless kiss. I just bumped into him because I needed space away from this house, some time to think,” he said, trying to explain himself.

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

Nicholas intended to campaign for that position. “I need that position at all costs,” Nicholas said, hardly looking up from the stack of paperwork at his desk. Noah, perched on a nearby armchair, crossed his arms over his chest. “Knowing Kieran, you’d better prepare to kiss a whole lot of ass over the next year. He’s not as much of a slippery bastard as Gray is—was—but he’s still a jackass just like the rest of them.”

Before he could ignore their shameless gazes Kwan gave them a nod to leave and just like that, obediently they left. "Abaddon! Why are you ruining all the fun?" One of the five men spoke. Clearly, they knew each other. "And who is that?" They all turned to Nicklaus, studying him carefully as if he was some unknown creature. Oh yes, he was. Probably the first of his kind. "This is Nicklaus. I am sure you heard of him." The man was about to take a sip from his drink when he suddenly paused. His gaze turned slowly into one of anger and disgust. Kwan ignored their reactions and continued with his introduction.

"Ni—Nicholas?" "Fuck…"