Niccolo X Sasha Novels & Stories

Answer me. Sasha's face was turning red. His lips were moving, but no sound came out. Nikolai loosened his grip just enough for him to breathe. Yes, Sasha gasped. Yes, I slept with her. Yes, I touched her. Yes, I put my hands and my mouth on every part of her. She is my fated mate now, Nikolai. She belongs to me. Nikolai's grip tightened. Sasha's eyes bulged. His feet kicked against the wall. He was not fighting back. He was not even trying. He just hung there, accepting his fate, accepting that his cousin might kill him for what he had done.

The sight is so raw, so intimate, that a new wave of heat floods me. “Now,” Sasha says, straightening up. “Now, we are going to show you what sharing truly means.” He stands up and begins to unbutton his shirt. Niko, behind me, does not let go. On the contrary, he leans down and presses his mouth to my shoulder, biting the skin while keeping my thighs spread.

“You with somebody or you just slumming it for fun?” I gave him a small smile, polite but distant. “With somebody.” He didn’t take the hint. Stepped closer instead, smelling like cheap beer and too much cologne. “Shame. A girl like you deserves better than standing around waiting. I could show you the real shit around here. My name’s Jax, I train the pros.” Before I could shut him down properly, I felt it. The shift in the bond is Ice cold and sharp enough to cut. Nico appeared at my side like he’d materialized out of the noise. He didn’t touch me, didn’t raise his voice. He just looked at Jax... calm, almost friendly... and the temperature around us dropped ten degrees.

"I said what needed to be said." Nico smiled. It was a slow, dark smile that made my toes curl in my boots. He reached under the table, his hand found my thigh. He squeezed, high up, claiming me in front of his inner circle without them noticing. "That's my girl," Nico whispered. "So," Sloane interrupted. "Gala is saturday. Elena, you need a dress and not something Nico picked out, he has the taste of a vampire." "My taste is impeccable," Nico countered, his hand moving higher on my leg.

“I intended to have a form of arrangement with the ultimate buyer. I was going to agree with them to pay them back in installments. But Lorenzo happened to want you and nothing else.” “Isn't that great?” I dropped, a sarcastic chuckle escaping my lips. “Since everyone is making decisions about me, here's mine. I'll make that man's life unbearably hard. He'll end up asking for a refund.” “Sasha, get that idea out of your head. Lorenzo is in charge of the Cosa Nostra, the formidable mafia of Sicily. The guy is more dangerous than you can imagine,” he warned. “You're a good girl, Sasha. I'd advise you not to cause trouble for yourself.”

She smiles down at me, her palm holding my shoulder softly. I give her a small smile, not being a rude jerk, and greet her back, “Hi.” Her smile widens as she bites her bottom lip. Her small action does not go unnoticed by me as I catch her doing so. She smirks and then slides down next to me, murmuring, “I’m Mia, what about you, handsome dude?” Scott chuckles from behind me and I know the reason. I ignored him, telling the girl my name, “Nicholas.”

and I can’t help but chortle. Zac nods at me and motions for the pack to quiet down. I stand up beside him, in what feels like an out-of-body experience “I, Zac Ellis, Alpha of the Clear Creek pack accept Isla Miller as my mate and Luna.” “I, Isla Miller of the Clear Creek pack, accept you, Zac Ellis, Alpha of the Clear Creek pack as my mate and Alpha.” With the words, I feel our bond strengthening even more. The tether he has to my heart and soul is swelling with acceptance and unconditional love.

I was actually feeling dead inside out! Xaphan's POV I left her when Luciano told me that he has arrived. This is me who has called him to know the truth. But before meeting him, I need a good fuck to release the tension otherwise I don't know what I will do to him. When I first met Nikki, I saw Elena in her. Her scent, her presence, her taste are intoxicating just like Elena's. And now when I have touched her, I am craving for more.

I could have killed Cyrillius lunars ago if it hadn’t been for them getting in my mind. “The numbers aren’t in our favor, Nova,” he says. He places one of his hands over mine, holding it firmly to his chest. “A group of Nero tried to take Dominion out solars ago, and they failed. If just you and I go in there, I don’t know if we’ll win.” I hate that he just said the words. I hate that he doubts. But that’s the reckless part of me. I always overestimate myself. Us. “But we have to do something,” I say, and I hate how desperate my voice sounds.

"It’s a neural bridge. Silas hasn't just been following us, Elowen. He’s been harvesting the data from our 'blood-bond.' He knows exactly how much energy we produce when we touch. He’s been using our intimacy to map the Jump." ​The realization hit me like ice water. Every moment of tension, every heartbeat we shared, every time we almost gave in—it was all being recorded. We weren't just running; we were a science experiment in real-time. ​"He’s listening, isn't he?" I looked at the small, glowing chip. ​Julian didn't answer. Instead, he crushed the chip beneath the heel of his boot. ​The lights in the penthouse flickered and then died, leaving us in the bruised purple glow of the city's neo