Aot Niccolo Novels & Stories

They were clearly well cared for. Nico stood up politely. “Hello, sir.” Damiano gestured to a box placed beside him—fruit, healthy snacks, toys. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Nico.” “You’ve been very good,” Damiano said, signaling for a rare limited-edition race car. “This is for you.” Nico stepped back. “It’s too expensive.” Lucia smiled softly. “It’s from Signor Damiano. Take it—and say thank you.” “Thank you, Signor Damiano.”

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

I said as I try to retrieve the keys from him. “So it’s that place,” Nicolo said. He grabbed my arm and lead me out of the house toward my car. Once inside he became serious, “I am not the person I was before, I won’t let you go in that forsaken town alone. We will save your friends just like how you saved me before. So I suggest that you fasten your seatbelt.”

' Before he realizes it, Nicolo was out of his sight. " Sir Nick! Where are you? Please go back with me, you know how scared I am of your grandpa! " Nicolo gets out of the forest and heads to the shore. He can still hear Adams pleading but he didn't bother. He needs to calm down and relax for a bit. He needs some quiet time. He walks slowly and absentmindedly. Just looking at the vast ocean wherever his eyes are able to reach. He heaves a deep sigh and looks down at his feet. Out of frustration he kicks the sand.

Probably the only guy in Stefano's payroll who still has a pretty intact and functioning moral compass. “Hey,” I say when he falls silent on the other end. I can hear his fingers getting busier on his keyboard, though. “No half measures, Nicco. Pay some guys to burn or bury all of it if you can.” “Whoa! Okay. Don't get too excited now.” “Not excited. Just tired of waiting for real shit to happen.” “Calm your tits. It's still hiding in a boat somewhere in the middle of the ocean.” Niccolo chuckles. “Alfeo's makin' real dough these days, huh?”

Yet, he keeps his ludricous mind away, "No, i can't do this. What will be any different for me with them, if i am doing this?" Nicko is leaving the hospital right away and find the bus to go back on uncle's Howard villa. On the way to the bus stop, he sees a busy sports eqipment shop. That was Mitchell Laurance a famous professional golfer over there. A bright idea is coming on Nick's mind suddenly, he wants to test his new card. People at the entire shop looking at him undfriendly. They think he just the one who is looking for an air conditioner or free wifi to use. He is ignorant.

(NFTMB) Chapter 96 Alessandro (See For Yourself) I was with Niccolo and Valentino in my office as we waited for Niccolo's hacker friend to get us an image or any ID related thing about this Green Eyed Monster of a person. I was curious and itching to know. “How much longer do we have to wait for this?”. Valentino asked as he was tapping his fingers rhythmically on my desk. Niccolo rolled his eyes before pulling out his phone.

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

Except he was so angry, and unpredictable, I could never count on anything with him. Niccolo at seventeen had been tall, with muscles from swimming and soccer. Both of which he was captains of the teams at school. And he also did martial arts competitively. He had dark, brown hair, and dark brown eyes that seemed to smolder whenever they looked at me. As if he were plotting ways to make my life even more miserable. He also had a tattoo on his arm, something he’d gotten on his sixteenth birthday.