Cat Nioir Novels & Stories

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

I also heard the quiet giggling of Catherine and her assistant. Cough, Cough I cleared my throat and stood up in an upright position while addressing the representatives." My name is Rainora...I'm Nikolas' assistant and I have an idea how we can boost sales and interest of the investors." The room was pitch silent, that even a sound of a pin could be heard. I was unfazed by the silence and continued my presentation.

like something out of a coming of age book, these two had so complimented each other that it would be hard to believe they hadn’t met before. “Pass me the cereal” Kat said, jumping over to the only couch that stood in the empty room. She shook the packet, knowing what it took out of them days ago to hike out to the grocery store. She still had her father’s credit card but it was of no use— —Nick still had some money he’d gotten off the streets. Literally. “You know i don’t usually eat as much” He lowkey threw some shades at her as he battled with wiring the old television before it came on. It usually sparks before it does. But then it shut off.

If he decided to go on a vendetta, then the entire city might really be drenched in death and blood. At that moment, the computer pinged. Nico leaned forward, scanning the screen. “Got it. The car was registered under a front business a few days ago.” Nero’s head tilted slightly. “Who?” Nico looked up, his voice tight. “One of the exclusive nightclubs downtown.” “Name.” He hesitated. “Luigi’s.” Nero’s expression didn’t change, but something inside him shifted. The silence turned lethal. He straightened, the faintest curl of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Why do you want to know, Iris? You going to apply for a job there, after you get whatever information out of Christian that you came here to get?” “I am not a spy,” I insist again, glaring at him. And then I take a moment to flick my eyes over him, really taking him in for the first time. Nico – he’s not a bad looking dude, with his dark hair and his chiseled features, but he is so tense all the time, so worried. “Besides,” I say, “you’d better pray I never work at any cat house you attend. Because even if you could afford me, with how freaking wound up you are? The experience would probably knock you out cold.”

Celestina stalked towards me closer and whispered with glee into my ears. " Yes...that's right...That tongue belonged to Nico's first son.I just wonder what Nico has to say to that" My breath seized as Milo inserted. " You don't know Nero De Santoro.He isn't called the Mafia God for nothing.If he couldn't get to Nico,he figured he have to do it through Robert,his twenty year old first son." I was suddenly cold all over and I was shaking.God knows what Nico would do now as retaliation..My children..

she answered. "Afternoon, Nik. We've got some baselines to share at the meeting today. You good to set us up?" "Already on it. Give me two minutes." She hung up on me. Almost immediately, the computers started jangling with the incoming call. Nario-the chief tech on site-opened the call. "Grasshopper, good to see you today," he said. He swiped a hand through his thick, black hair. His gold hoop earrings danced in the afternoon sun shining through the windows.

She thought neither of those things would be enough and both of them would be necessary and that was the shape of most true things in her experience. Nico found it on a Thursday. He had been running through the network's financial records for two weeks, the systematic dismantling work, mapping every account and every transaction so that Catherine's immunity framework had the documentation it needed to be airtight. He found it by accident. A dormant account that did not appear on any list Catherine had provided. Buried under three layers of shell companies, connected to the outer edge of the network's structure, the part that had been used by so many different hands across so many years that

[Nero Orantri Occupation: President of Noxus Corporation Mission: Find and Assassinate Nero Orantri Reward: 5,000 IW Tokens] Nero Orantri a former IW Assassin Rank One. He is rank one for nine years. Expert in 42 different languages, an expert in combat. He earned the nickname Master Tactician. He wants to start a war by forming an alliance with our enemies. I've been in this job for three years. While I'm hunting the person that marks himself as the genius at this line of work.

she says as she stretches a little. “It’s the best morning” I reply. I know how cheesy that was but I also don’t care. “Um, why can’t Lore feel Atari? Is she mad?” I ask bracing for the answer. I could not prepare for what she tells me “No it’s not that.” Nova says looking awkward “I haven’t been able to sense her since the rejection. It’s what I have been working on since I went back to the Kingdom. We believe there is a psychological condition that effects wolves when they have been rejected or had other psychological trauma that weakens their bond to each other. I’ve been studying the phenomenon. I’m actually at university now working on a way to fix it for all wolves that have this affli