Netero Young Novels & Stories

He wanted to shout in frustration at all the problems that were springing up around him. He turned around when he heard the sound of footsteps amidst the crackling of the fire. Nico was pushing a young boy who had his hands behind him forward. Nico pushed him down to his knees, and handed his phone to Nero. “I caught him recording.” “Please…please let me go. I was not doing anything wrong. I was just recording. I'm just a Youtuber. I promise I didn't do anything wrong. Please don't hurt me.” The boy was begging hysterically with tears in his eyes.

I always doubt. Nero’s gaze softened. He brought my hand down and slowly smiled. “Baby, you can just ask about me. I would answer every damn question.” He caressed my cheek. I pouted. I don’t want to ask questions. I thought if he really wants to open up to me, he will do it on his own, willingly. He sighed and chuckled. “Alright. I’m Nero Nicholas Bennett. Twenty-four. Only son of Neil Bennett. My mom died when I was three due to a vehicular accident.”

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

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Though I talked about it with Nick, he said we can't say anything unless she is sixteen and only then we can find out if there is a wolf inside her. Yeah, we are not sure but in these two years, I have seen Narois' growth is faster than the other babies around her. Narois is stronger, a sensation seeker. She Still can't walk properly but her muscles are strong. And all this makes me believe she is going to be a werewolf. I do not have any problem but sometimes their "sensation seeking" programme scares me though I know Nick is a great and caring father. "Hey," Nick says after he catches me on the stairs. "Breakfast is ready, sweetheart, come!" He invites me in his deep and sensual voice and

Are they really that scary? "Yeah, it was supposedly our Promotion day," Rald pouted. "Promotion day," About what? "Yeah, if you only know, Jero is already halfway to be promoted as one of the Executives. The executives have 5 units, also five members in each unit and Jero is going to the last Unit. Awesome right! Sadly, the anniversary got cancelled." Rald summed it all. I glanced at Jero but he didn't say a word, awesome. I don't find myself an expert in shooting. Pulling the trigger is a challenge to me after all as if I would.

I say as I race to catch up to Brooke. “Bye, Mom! We’ll be back soon!” Cyrene says. “Don’t go too far, Iniko. You’re getting close to your first shift,” she calls out. “We’re just going to the mountain,” I call back. “Go, Kiko, go!” Cyrene says, encouraging me to catch up to Brooke. I love that Cyrene is nine years old and still calls me Kiko. She’s the only one who does. It’s just like she still calls Cal Calgon. No one cares to correct her because she’s Cyrene.

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

Aeron showed him some tricks with a soccer ball while Morana read a few books to him earlier. My heart warms knowing Nereo is being accepted by everyone. I was honestly so scared of him being pushed away because of everything that happened, but it’s clear now that the Leonetti’s are a different family. “Nero mentioned that there’s a school here,” I say as I slip his fuzzy nightgown over his shoulders. “If you’d like, you can start going there soon. Make a few friends?” I watch his reaction for anything negative, knowing that he doesn’t exactly have the best history with daycare and how rude little kids can be. But the grin on his face makes me relax immediately.