Novels by Nikki Bella

It was early evening, and Victor Moody was sat in a high-backed leather chair in his study, the room was dimly lit by a single desk lamp right in front of him, and the blue glow of his phone screen. The mansion was silent, all the staff bad longed been dismissed for the evening, only the faint tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway broke the silence.He held the phone to his ear with one hand, while his other hand held a glass of some red wine. The voice on the line was cautious, and even almost apologetic.“…the app’s metrics are clean, sir, but it’s not an app built for profit. It’s a platform for matching underprivileged kids with mentors, scholarships, and for finding small gigs to help them pull through. There are no premium tiers, and there are no ads, and even no data resale. At best it is doing to breaks after three years. At worst… it’s a money pit. I recommend pulling out now, before the PR shine wears off.”Victor took a slow sip of the wine. “I know,” he said, his

The townhouse had felt too quiet after three days of Nathan avoiding the world. Aaron and John being there were the only new things to have happened in the last three days.Aaron spoke first. “Look, man, we get it. You’re hurting. But sitting in here letting the internet eat you alive isn’t fixing anything. And that's why I think we should take you out for sometime. You know, to get your mind off things.".Nathan leaned against the stair railing, his arms crossed. “I’m not in the mood.”John held up a pair of beat-up roller skates. He had carried it in his bag for quite sometime ever since he left his dorm's to come. "Exactly why you need to come. We’re going skating. No it's not a fancy restaurant, and there would be no bodyguards. It will just be us, some pavements, and zero phones. You need to get your head out of the loop for a couple hours.”Nathan looked at the skates, then at their faces. They were really serious about this."He sighed. “Fine. But if anyone recognizes me—”“W

Aaron and John felt strangely hollow without Nathan’s presence. Three days had passed since the Larry incident at the beach restaurant, and the campus buzz on the issue had shifted from admiration, to confusion, and then to concern. Whispers followed Aaron and John everywhere they walked. People were looking at them, looking for Nathan, looking for signs of him wherever he was.“Have you seen him?” a freshman asked, clutching her phone like evidence, eyes darting from side to side. “He hasn’t been to class. I haven't seen him in even one lecture. Not even the gym.”Aaron shook his head. “No, we haven't seen him too. We don't even know where he is right now. We’ve been calling and it's just been going straight to voicemail.John kicked a stray pebble across the path. “He has not been answering his texts either. Theast message he sent was ‘Need space.’ That was really three days ago.”The girl looked disappointed. She had just gotten an admission into the school and really wanted to se

Nathan sat at the head of a long conference table in Cloven Tower, his were sleeves rolled to his elbows, with the morning light reflecting on his brown eyes, cutting his vision.David Brune sat to his right as calm and composed as he usually was. Matthew Steel occupied the chair opposite. He was still visibly uneasy as he had been ever since he found out the truth about Nathan. His tie was too tight around his neck, while his fingers were drumming on the table before he caught himself and stopped.Nathan was the first to break the silence. “There’s a boy,” he said. “His name is Larry and he is just Seventeen. He approached me at the restaurant last night and aid he built an app that could scout for mentorship, scholarships, side gigs for kids like him who had nothing. But before I could respond, the security security dragged him away. They called him a thief and a pickpocket. I want to invest in him and give him a chance."David Brune leaned forward slightly, brow creasing. “Is th

It was another date at the beachfront restaurant. The place glowed warm Edison bulbs all connected by strings dangling over the customer's heads, with the waves of water from a few feet away rolling in what seemed like whispers just beyond the open terrace.Nathan sat across from Golden, one of the seven women, at a corner table draped in yellow linen. Her golden-blond hair caught the light from the bulbs above her head, while her deep brown eyes reflected the candle flame between her and Nathan. She was mid-sentence, laughing softly about a ridiculous modeling gig, when a commotion erupted near the hostess stand. A boy who seemed to be no older than seventeen, broke through the velvet rope, his trainers skidding on the polished stone floor. He sprinted straight toward their table and dropped to his knees in right in front of Nathan and his date's table with a heaving chest and his palms flat on the ground.Nathan froze, would his fork halfway to his mouth. The boy looked up with w

David Brune stood alone on one of the highest floor terrace of Cloven Tower. His hands were clasped behind his back, as he staring out into the city as the dusk bled into night. The wind carried a faint salt taste from the bay that was around the corner.There was no one but him and the distant hum of traffic far below in the city. He had sent the staff home early. The office was now empty, apart from some servers and an unblinking office, with a light that never died.He exhaled slowly. This is what being one of the most powerful men in the world, feels like, be thought to himself. He felt like nothing.The apology video from Matthew Steel had bought them some breathing room, and it was even barely. The internet had turned on Matthew almost overnight, but David knew better than to mistake public opinion for victory. Public opinion was fickle. It could flip again tomorrow if the right lever was pulled.His mind drifted to Nathan. The boy, who was now becoming a man now right in fron