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To say Nikola was not in a good mood was to say that John Druitt was nothing more than a very naughty boy. Shirt dishevelled, cravat undone and jacket unbuttoned, Nikola was draped across a table glass in one hand and bottle in the other. Pouring himself another glass, Nikola let the alcohol almost spill all over himself before he right the glass ( Read more... ) -
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There was something about the way Alcuin's sheets felt against his skin, soft and smooth like butter, expensive and rich and glorious. The lure of his sheets and company was calling to Nikola and he was too weak to resist. Really he shouldn't be calling upon Alcuin at this hour but well, he was bored and horny and he had finished his latest piece ( Read more... ) -
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Nikola's council bid:
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To be honest the moment Nikola had returned home with that ridiculous toy that Alcuin had won him, he had discarded it in the corner of his room. Ugly, vial little thing. The only reason he had kept the thing was ignoring Alcuin's displays of affection could set him back weeks with Alcuin. It wasn't that he cared, don't be absurd. Still, if he had ( Read more... ) -
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It had been four hours, four long hours since Nikola had returned Helen's laptop, leaving it exactly the way he had found it. Well almost exactly the way he had found it. Nikola had sabotaged her computer locking her out of Bejewelled with a password and recording his voice so that every single time she opened the laptop or opened a program his ( Read more... ) -
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There were some things that Nikola would always be good at; science, pressing his advantage, manipulating others, long cons. And there were some things that he would never be good at and being a good student was one of them. Nikola had amazed and frustrated his teachers as a child, astounding them with his skills and irritating them when he called ( Read more... ) -
For Helen
Nikola did not have to be a genius to realise that something had occured in the middle of the night to him. For one, his feet could no longer touch the floor when he swung his legs over the bed. Secondly, William's stolen clothes were like giants on him. And thirdly, well his voice sounded like he'd backtracked several decades or so and was a child ( Read more... )