Is Nico Gay In Percy Jackson นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“We’re going to Prism.” Prism. The hottest gay club in the city. I balked. “Nico, I look like I got run over by a truck.” “And?” He tossed me a hoodie. “No one’s gonna hit on you at a gay club, babe. That’s the point. You get to drink, dance, and forget that waste of oxygen ever existed.” I hesitated. “Yeah, you're right, what’s the worst that could happen?” Nico winked. “Exactly.”

“Tell me, don’t you miss me?” I turned my head just in time, and his lips grazed my cheek instead of my mouth. My voice came out sharper than I intended. “What do you want this time? Don’t tell me you expect me to poison Jace again.” “Relax,” Nico chuckled. “That’s over. The championship was the revenge I needed. For now, I couldn’t care less about him.” His eyes glittered as he trailed a finger along my thigh. “But you, you’re another story.”

So I’m sure as hell not going to sit around and let them debate whether I’m some kind of mafia spy. “Thanks, Bambi, you’re a real peach,” Nico says, his voice dry as he takes a step forward, deliberately not looking at my nearly naked body. But Christian just smacks a hand against Nico’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. “I’ll do this,” he snarls. “If you insist on being ridiculous.” Nico readily offers the wand. “Be my guest.”

Dark brown hair which looked tousled as if he had ran his hands through it a million times, onyx black his stared back at him, thin pink lips, strong sharp jaws which looked like it could cut paper, tattooed wide chest, strong looking arms and legs which would bring a gym instructor’s to shame and lastly, his cock which dangles limply between his legs. His eyes wandered to it and, slowly he brought his large palm to it and started rubbing it. His thoughts wandered back to Vincent, the way his lips had wrapped around his cock, the way his teeth gave his pain and pleasure in a weird way. Basically, Dimitri knew that Grandpa Santini had come to the U.S because of the one issue he had with him;

I backed toward the bed, lamp raised between us like a shield. “I’m with Luca now.” “No, you’re hiding with him,” Nico said, eyes fixed on mine. “You think he’s safety. You think he’s good because he planted you some damn flowers and learned how to burn a chicken.” His voice cracked. Just a little. “But he’s not safe. None of us is. And if he thinks he can take what’s mine—” He stopped. Then smiled again. “That’s funny, isn’t it? You’re not mine. You never were.”

I yelled on top of my voice "I beg you Nico, please." Nico stopped hitting and rose with heavy pants and a bloody fist. The cheer of the crowd died and Nico walked away jerking my hands off his clothes. No matter how long he tried to hide his feelings, Nico was still who he was. He was a werewolf and it wasn't going to change. I stared at his bruised elbow as he walked out of sight, drawing every attention to him, including the weird man with a funny drawing on his jacket.

“You must have lost your mind, Nico! Do you think I will still go ahead with mating with her?” Nico’s eyes turned red, and he looked like he was going to pass out from shock as he stared at me. Then ever so slowly, his shock turned to anger, and he fisted his hands. “I have helped you too much! My niece has to become the Luna! I don’t care how you do it! But she must!” he growled where he stood. I nodded my head and turned to Edna. “You see how selfish he is… he wants power,” I said with a wave of my hands. “And he doesn’t care if we are going to be sinning or not. All he wants is the power.”

"Ughhhh. I don't want to think about this. I need to bleach my inner eye." I can't help laughing. "Kyle, for the love of Pete. First of all, you've been watching too many con roms. You need to branch out and turn on some action movies before you melt into an emotional mess. Second, that's not going to happen. Nico isn't interested in me. He only sees me as his surrogate little sister." Kyle's silent for a long moment. "Nico's a stand-up guy, that's true," he allows. "He'd never do anything to violate the bro code. I guess I trust him."

CHAPTER 67: After the toll, the games begin Nico’s gaze quickly snapped to him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Why? Surely you don't think she's the one?” Nero raised a brow. “You seem to respond rather well to that name very well today.” “I don't know what you’re talking about?” “I'm really glad that you have your little crush and all that. But this isn't the time for romantic gestures for your new girlfriend—” Nico boiled over with frustration. “She’s not my girlfriend. And I don't have a crush on her,” he said through clenched teeth.

"There isn't any spark between you. I don't know… I get the feeling she is for your protection against Maria." Alexei nodded. "I'm going to tell you a secret: Isabella is gay and has no interest in me at all. It's one of the reasons she is my date. No chance of crossed signals." He nodded toward where Niko stood with his father. "For what it's worth, I've never seen my brother so... attentive. He's trying, in his way. Just give him time." Amelia followed his gaze. Niko looked up at that moment, his eyes finding hers across the room. He excused himself from his father and started toward her.