Nick X Ellis Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t help me. You don’t give a fuck about anything apart from yourself. But I don’t need your help. Once Mitch is in charge, I will be rich and powerful and people will treat me like they treat you now.” “Did you take down the grid?” Ellis asked. “That would be me,” the burning man said. “The name is Benji.” He punched her in the face and Ellis fell out of her seat and into the pool of Nin’s blood. She was so dazed by the blow that she couldn’t even roll over. Benji seized her by the lapels of her tunic and dragged her up. “Do you remember me? You set me on fire. Look at me!” Ellis did. She tried to hide the horror she felt. His face was riddled with scars and his mouth was curled i

“Liam–” “Get out,” I snapped. His face turned red. “You’re making a mistake.” “Get the fvck out before I make one,” I said, stepping closer. Ellis went completely pale as I cracked my knuckles. Pop-pop. He stumbled back, grabbed his briefcase, and rushed out. I sat down hard, grabbed my flask, and took a long drink. “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “That idiot tried to trade sex for a signature. Fvcking prick.”

She was shocked to see Nicklaus standing in front of her with a smile on his face. Seeing that Ellena did not speak for a long time, Nicklaus curled his lips in dissatisfaction. "Miss Ellena, it has only been a few days since we last met. And you do not recognize me!" Nicklaus had grown up very much. It had been four or five months since they last saw each other, and the change was a little big. He was wearing a simple white hoodie and pair of blue jeans. He looked young and energetic. Ellena called out in a daze, "Nick? Why are you here?"

"Your father was in Greece last week and he talked to my father." Eleanor said. Nyx's father is the most powerful and wealthiest man in the world. Nike Kently Huxley, but despite his power and wealth, Mr. Huxley is a good and kind man. He always had time for his wife Elaine Rose Litvin Huxley and Nyx. I got the opportunity to meet him when I was a kid and get to know him better. Then I was pulled back from my reverie when Nyx bid farewell to us. "It was nice meeting you, Eleanor. Unfortunately, my manager just texted me, informing me about my meeting with her."

"Nick is gay. Autumn kissed him in front of everyone because he asked her to." Ellie's face went from shock to anger. "'No. You're lying!" She shook her head. "Nick is not gay. He would have told me if he is. We are that close." Cas stepped forward. He fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen a few times before he shoved it in her face. "Well, how are you going to explain this?" I thought Ellie's eyes could not get any wider. "Where did you get this?" Curiosity got the best of me so I stood and walked to them, "Cassie, what is it?"

The way she'd looked at him when she realized he wasn't going to save her. "You bastard. I trusted you." Her words echoed in his head like a curse. Over and over until he wanted to scream. A knock came at his tent flap. "Go away," he said quietly. "It's Ellis." Nikolai's jaw tightened. Ellis was one of his few loyal men. The only one who hadn't looked at him with disgust after what happened. "What do you want?" "To talk to you." "There's nothing to talk about." Ellis pushed through the tent flap anyway. His face was worried as he looked at Nikolai's injuries.

“I'm not messing with you. I've no idea who you are.” “I'm Oliver Lance,” he said, as if his name was all the information she needed. Elsie shrugged. He blinked twice before adding, “I'm the starting quarterback for the San Francisco Bandits.” Elsie raised her eyebrows, initially wondering if he was pulling her strings. The Bandits were her nephews' favorite professional football team. She didn't actually know any of the players on the team, so she couldn't be sure he was telling the truth or just trying to impress her.

"I have as much at stake in this as you do. If she finishes what she's building..." "You'll lose Nicholas," he said. "Who you've already lost. What you stand to lose is manageable, Calista. What I stand to lose is not." He held my gaze. "So I'll handle it." "She has a federal prosecutor..." "I know who Richard Ellis is," he said. "She has ten years of evidence..."

“Is that so? Well, it’s a pretty lame excuse for a story don’t you have more interesting things to report on?” “Sure, plenty but he is the golden boy of the NHL, he’s a legend and it’s good feed for us.” Nick doesn’t budge, he’s kind of tall, taller than me but not as tall as Alex, he’s slender built but his T-shirt show that he does work out just not like a demon. “I’m not sure, we’re kind of private to be honest, Nick. We’re still a fresh couple and we don’t want the press in our faces too much.”

What do I have to lose by telling him the truth? Then again, I kind of just want to have fun and forget about everything. I lean in close to the guy. “Actually, I'm totally on the run from the cops right now.” I press my finger to my lips and he laughs. “Cute and funny, you’re dangerous. I’m Jack Xander.” He offers his hand and I shake. “Ellen.” “Cute name. What do you do for a living, Ellen?”