Nixon Stories

Heartbreak is probably the worse thing to ever happen to any one in love,but to two beautifully budding couples,it could be so unexpected and completely disastrous. How does Bethany and Nixon navigate through life after experiencing the most devasting feeling ever known to man. And how do they find each other?

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"Who are you really, Nazikeen?" Fallon's voice was soft, low and careful as she accused him of being someone he was not. He smiled. "What." He spoke it like a correction to her words. "You should be asking what I am, not who." Nixon brushed a gentle finger down her cheek, looking at her the whole time. *** While in her final year of high school, the last thing Fallon wanted was for her plans change, but they did just that. For her, everything changed when Nixon Cipriano became her new lab partner. Fallon didn't understand why it had to be him. There was thirty other students in the classroom, but she had been seated next to him. A part of her, one buried deep down, felt something when she had first spoken to him. It was an odd feeling of attraction, but also the desire to know who he was because Nixon remained set on his idea to evade answers whenever she asked him anything. She could tell he was hiding something, especially after he began to act unusual around her. Fallon's new plan is to find out what Nixon insists on keeping hidden, but the secret is bigger that she could have imagined.

I made this cuz my last art book is almost at 50 chapters so this is where I will store all of my better art. My other stuff sucks.

A hidden prophecy. Two warring "vampire" factions. One city on the brink of chaos. Leo has always known something about him was different-stronger, faster, and darker than he could explain. Raised by adoptive parents in Dallas, his past is a mystery. So is the strange pull inside him. When a trail of subtle clues leads him to the shadow-drenched streets of Malmö, Sweden, he hopes to find answers. What he finds instead is a city teetering on the edge of a supernatural civil war. On one side are the Everborns, second-class "vampires" led by the enigmatic Jericho. On the other are the Night Walkers, the "pure-blood" elite who will stop at nothing to maintain control. At the center of the conflict lies a stolen item and a blurry prophecy of a boy who will either unite or destroy both worlds. Some believe Leo is that savior. Others think he's just a chess piece in a much larger game. Caught between survival and loyalty, fate and ideology, Leo must navigate a foreign landscape where the rules are unknown. Everborns or Night Walkers-he must choose a side. The Everborn is a brisk, visceral Urban Fantasy Thriller for fans of Jim Butcher's Twelve Months and Lena Meydan's Twilight Forever Rising. "Nixon's series opener pits dueling vampire factions against each other in a brisk, tense urban fantasy where neither side occupies clean moral ground. Thanks to Nixon's skill at action sequences-visceral fight scenes and a chilling cinema-worthy vampire feast-the revelations land with genuine force. A confident series opener." - BookLife

In May 14th 1975, An American CIA Operative named Bill Lair cooperation with the Hmong leader Vang Pao's People saved from the Communist North Vietnamese Forces in Laos. And Bill Lair's great connections with hill tribe people called the Hmong. The Hmongs were there to fight against the North Vietnamese on the frontlines but, losing in the war due to the American withdrawal ordered by 37th Republican President Richard Nixon in 1973. It was almost end of the war for the Hmong people but, the American Central Intelligence Agency Operative Bill Lair later came back to save his dear friend Vang Pao's people to escape in Long Cheng Laos.

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[Romance One Shot Entry] All Tracy ever wanted was to have that superhero most girls drooled about, so when Nixon Pierce shows up with a pretty red cape, she couldn't help but fall. +||+ "This is just a summer fling," he whispered to her. "I know," Tracy replied while taking the ice cream from his hand, "You're just a temporary superman."

Cynthia Nixon has always been a realist...even during her days of playing Miranda Hobbes. In an interview she did on Monday, Nixon says that although Sex and the City align with the feminist movement of today, it did not do a good enough job of portraying the lives of working-class citizens.

Anne is just a girl with a computer and a love for a video games. On online video game she meets a boy. A boy who will change her entire life.

A short story centered around a desperate Goku as a powerful foe grows even more powerful. Writer's Note: Wrote this out of boredom from a joke that went way too far with some friends of mine. It's not a complete story, more like an excerpt of what would be intended as a full story.

In 1960 Jonathan Lownaski was living in America. The Russians had atomic bombs, and so did the Americans, and it left the civilians terribly frightened. After his Mother is left dead after a nuclear attack, he begins to realise what's actually going on.

If I could choose a superpower , just one it would be to have hands if time in my fingertips controlling the element of time is dangerous if you use it for the wrong but what if I just wished to hold on more , to have more time , to love more even if I die in the end would it worth it . £•£ Roseline and Rosalia have always had an unbreakable bond but what if time tests that bond will it be for better or for worse . Will the twins drift apart or hold on to the hands of Time just a while longer . Coming from a strict household with a single mom ruling with an iron fists will the time they have left be lost arguing or will it be spent loving each other to an extent causing an unbreakable bond of trust , love and forgiveness £•£ "Hola bella how you doing today ?" questions my lovely boyfriend Whilst giggling I answer back " Baby where were you ?"I asked without answering Looking across the hallway I see something or someone and that someone is Roseline looking pale bent over coughing with weakend knees looking ready to collapse and I blow out in a full sprint still in my cheerleading uniform and I make it just after her head hits the ground blood seeping from her nose , Nixon picks her up and takes her to the car while I'm on the verge of having a panick attack getting in the passenger side while Dawson thanks him and starts to drive keeping a firm hand on my bare thigh relaxing me immediately . We get there and Dawson picks her up calling for help when a nurse with a wheelchair pulls up and he sets her in it . As Nixon hurries in after I fumble with my phone hitting my mom's contact I call her ."Rosa what's wrong Miha ?" she asks "Mama you need to come to the hospital there is something wrong with Rose ." £•£ 🌹🌹

"What are you doing here?" he questioned, his voice a husky of depth. "This is reserved land, tourists aren't allowed here." "W-who are you?" He wasn't the uniform that the Rangers wore, so I knew he wasn't a part of them. He was a random man. If I wasn't supposed to be out here, then he wasn't either. He had to be at least a half a foot taller than me. His hair was tousled over his head, in an unmistakable windblown quiff. In the dense lighting of the woods, his eyes were piercing as he looked me over. The confident stance and his muscular body left me feeling overwhelmed. He could be a mass murdered and easily able to overpower me. I didn't know. Just being around left me feeling slightly terrified. He radiated authority and power. "There are wolves running in these woods, períergi. It's not fairytale. It's real." "Of course wolves aren't fairytale," I retorted. "They're a protected species by the feds. If you'll point me in the right direction, I'll be going back to the park grounds." I looked around trying to find the best route of escape. Every angle I turned revealed gleaming gold eyes in the shadows of the woods. It appeared as if a whole pack of wolves had surrounded us. A small whimper escaped my throat as I looked back to him. His eyes darkened slightly as he stared into the distance at the wolves. He stepped forward immediately once again invading my personal space. His nostrils flared briefly before his arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me into his chest. His head lowered slightly and I felt his chin rest on my head. "Den tha mas vlápsei. Wolves are social creatures by nature," he said. "You'll get used to being around them. Eláte se mas." Shock nor horror could describe how I felt. Wolves moved from the shadows into the light. Their muscular lean bodies moved with a lethal grace. They continued coming forward until we were both surrounded. Close enough to us that I felt the breath of two wolves brushing against me.