Maki X Nico Novels & Stories

Nonetheless, the things still managed to appear, blurring his vision of the beauty within the painting that had captured his interest all those years ago. She was wearing a pale pink and white kimono of swirls and flowers. Her black hair was formed loosely into a chignon on top of her head, with a pretty floral headpiece on the side. Her skin was petal white and her lips ruby red. Posing there like some Japanese goddess, she was enchanting. Indeed, she had enchanted him, for she was Ned’s first and only love. She was his everything. Yet, she had left him, informing him via a note written on a good-bye card that she no longer wanted him in her life. Her name was Haruka Maki.

I inquired, my voice casual yet tinged with curiosity. Tiara and Maki exchanged a wary glance before Tiara spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's... intimidating," she confessed, her hands trembling ever so slightly at her sides. "But he's also powerful. It's hard not to feel a certain... reverence in his presence." Maki nodded in agreement, her expression troubled. "Yes, powerful," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the breeze. "But also... unpredictable."

All eyes are glued to her. “Hi,” Nico says, walking over to her with an extended hand, “I’m Niccolò, but my friends call me Nico.” She looks uncertain as she takes his hand. I almost want to roll my eyes. How does she pull off all these personalities? At one time she’s combative and sarcastic, another a seducer, but now, she is a fragile doll. “Corina.” “I know.” Rico strides over to stand next to Nico. “Enrico. You can call me Rico.”

So so much more. One hard thrust made Maki scream and she quickly covered her mouth but it was too late. Aden had already heard the beautiful sound and he repeated the action to make her lose her mind. 'This is wrong! I need to kill him!' Maki said in her mind and tried to get a hold of herself but her knees were weak and every muscle in her body was trembling. 'But it feels so good.'

"I don't- Anyway, who the hell are you anyway? Why do you have Megumi's phone?" "Mako. I'm her little brother and I stole her phone since she's already asleep. I... need a favor. You're the only one in her phone under her favorites contact." I replied, "Why would I even help- wait, what? Really? I'm... under her favorites? What's my name there?" "Meow." Mako replied immediately "Ah, that's really unlikely. Anyways, what do you want kid?"

“Look around you, Iniko! Other than the Elementals, Cal, and yourself, show me one dragon who isn’t a hybrid or someone who wasn’t created in a laboratory. Your own mate used to be a fucking human. Are you going to laugh at her because now she has the DNA of two shifters and dragon? What about me, Iniko? Are you going to laugh at me because I’m part dragon and part Lycan?” She turns, looking around at the crowd that has surrounded us. “Naida, Kenzo, Ajax, Emmi, Elio, Tesha, Kano … the list goes on and on, Iniko. How fucking selfish are you to whine about the fact that you were reincarnated into a perfect dragon when nearly half of this Academy would probably give a major organ in their body

“Just as I predicted. Perfection.” Nico said, as he stepped back to look at Racheal in her dress. Marie, the makeup artist, was also smiling proudly at her handiwork. “Thank you.” Steffan said to Nico as a way of dismissing his team. “You’re all done right?” Racheal held her lips to avoid bursting into laughter. He was impatient to get them all out of the room. “Yes sir.” Nico replied, still smiling.

Name: Maki *** Age: 28 years old Identity: A1 Class Heroes Special Secret Identity: Elite Lover Original World: Earth Ability: Ice System Name: System 0000504321 Binding Method: Life and Deathe Situation (Effective for both system and Host) Special Circumstances: Submissive Lover [It is not okay for me to show my weakness to anyone even if that someone was not powerful enough to harm me. As long as he or she was unfamiliar, he or she will be quickly blurred out my mind. But it is impossible for me to be tough to my lover when my lover was the weakness of both of my heart and my brain] Back to the reality where Maki had taken off,

Marco annotated the day in a tidy hand that would make the minutes of war easy for some future to read. By four, the day smelled like pencil shavings and coffee. Her phone vibrated once—not the personal line, the other—Nico’s number dark in her pocket like a secret that didn’t want to be. She let it pass through her attention and out again. The house required presence. Desire would have to learn to take a number and sit in the plastic chairs like everyone else.

"Hello Monica, I am Maiko Osonoi. You can call me Mai, are you really not Nana's boyfriend? It is my first time seeing her with a boy after all." "I am Mea Uchifuji. You can call me Mea even if you're not Nana's boyfriend." Mea and Maiko introduced themselves. Monica had to admit that both of them were very cute, Maiko had shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, and she wore a hairclip on her hair. Mea, on the other hand, had long black hair that wasn't longer than her shoulders with her bang covering most of her right eye and brown eyes. The same as Nana, both of them were also gyaru from their appearance, but he didn't expect that..