Is Nico Gay In Percy Jackson นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Not caring who is looking, I rip it open right here in the hallway. Pages spill into my hands. The lab results are complicated, and I am unsure of what I am looking at. Nico’s name is at the top of one of the pages. Paternal parent match: Alpha Victor of the Midsummer Pack. I frown, but then my eyes catch the line beneath. Sex: Female. My heart stops. I scan it again. Surely, I read this wrong. But no. On Nico’s test, he is listed as a female. Surely, the lab wouldn’t have mislabeled that.

"You want something to drink?" "Water," Nico said too fast. "Cold, please." Lucas opened the fridge and passed him a bottle. Nico took it, his fingers brushing Lucas’s. He nearly dropped it. Lucas sat across from him, watching. "I haven’t heard from Vincenzo either," he said. "Believe me. If I had, you would know." Nico nodded. Then stood up, pacing a little. "I just... hate not knowing. Noel’s not just some guy. He’s... he’s my person."

I tilted my head slightly, replaying everything in my mind—the way his voice shook even when he tried to sound firm, the way his eyes avoided mine until they didn’t… and when they did? Fuck. That spark. That fire. That denial. It only made it worse. “Not fucking gay,” I muttered under my breath, the words echoing back with amusement. I licked my lips slowly. “Well, I’m absolutely fucking gay for you, baby.” This was going to be so fucking fun and amusing in every fucking way. Reaching the dumb school cafeteria, I spotted Clinton and Ezekiel. Well… that’s an unusual combination. “Niko.” Clinton brightly waved, as I pulled out a chair close to him and opposite Ezekiel.

reject him? "Rejecting is a hard way, don't you think? and no he is not gay." Did I say it out loud? "Yes you did. Loud and clear." Nico drawled out with a hum. His hand flew to his chin, caressing it with his thumb, almost as if he was in a serious thought. The next words he uttered left me speechless and confused. "For your answer, he isn't gay, he is Ezra's mate and ours as well."

I collapse back against King's chest, panting hard and shaking from the pain and adrenaline. "You're doin' such a good fucking job, baby," King murmurs against my ear. "Oh my god—There's a head!" Nina exclaims. Then Niko speaks, and I swear it takes all the tension out of the room and hurls it straight out the window. His face is pale as he stares between my legs like he just saw the gates of hell crack open. "I—I think I might be gay now." I bark out a breathless laugh between gasps. "You better not be—you did this to me."

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

Isabella yells, bursting inside the room, “My kids don’t have to know what you do to each other’s asses. Perverts.” Amazing. Isa has joined the group with her lovely comments. “I fucking hate both of you so much,” Nico lets out and he kicks the bed before turning around, “I’m going to go take care of this today, but you best believe I’m making you pay me back for my labor one day. And not with money.” “Whatever, just go,” I groan, “Isa, you too. Fucking leave. I don’t have the patience for you today.” “Ungrateful gay ass,” she scoffs. She’s been calling me and Nico gay since I appeared in their life, so I don’t care one bit, “Make sure to lock the door when you leave.”

He looked calm, deadly calm. The hallway went silent, no one dare move or breath. Nico took a step toward the guy, the guy scrambled backward, slipping on his own blood. "Please," the guy whimpered. "I didn't... I was just..." Nico crouched down, he didn't look at the crowd, only at the boy bleeding on the floor. "You touched her," Nico said softly. His voice carried down the hall. "I... I'm sorry," the guy choked out. "Elena is mine," Nico said, reaching out to wipe a speck of blood from his own knuckle onto the guy's jacket. "She is my toy to break.

*** Later, when the others drifted off one by one, Nico stayed behind with Elara. The roof was darker now, the sky a smooth black sheet above them. He leaned his elbows on the ledge and looked out over the campus. “I keep trying to figure out where he fits,” he said quietly. Elara looked at him. “Jason?” “Yeah.” Her expression hardened slightly. “He fits where men like him always fit. Near power. Close enough to cut, far enough to deny.” Nico let that settle. Then he said, “So he’s not a friend. Not an ally. Just a blade that happened to move in the same direction for a while.”

His voice is almost a growl, I clench my thighs together as I remain kneeling behind him, the heat sores up through my entire body. “Not like this, Nico.” “We will find out who she is and who she is working for, trust me Lucky nobody will touch a hair on your head. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, I will kill them. They will wish they never knew your name.” The passion in his voice evokes something within me, and it’s at that precise moment as he kisses the palm of my hand again, that I realize I have fallen for Nico Santangelo.