Nico And Bianca Novels & Stories

B I A N C A Lucas looked dumbfounded, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. The entire store went quiet. Natalia's jaw was on the floor. For a beat, no one said anything. Then, Lucas let out a laugh. A loud mocking laugh that echoed in the store. "Your fiancé?" he sputtered. "Bianca, who do you think you're fooling? You don't have a fiancé. You're a nobody! You're just trying to get a reaction out of me."

Nico stood a few feet away dressed in a black jacket and dark jeans, snowflakes settling over his broad shoulders while his gray eyes stayed locked directly on Levi. Not me. Levi. And honestly, I had never seen someone look that calm and dangerous at the same time before. Levi rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Hey, Nico.” Noah looked way smarter because he instantly stepped back a little. “Nico,” he greeted carefully. Nico barely acknowledged either of them. His attention shifted to me slowly. “What are you doing out here?” I crossed my arms immediately. “Having fun.” His jaw tightened slightly. “With them?”

His one good eye opened, struggling to focus in the dim light. "Too loud," he rasped. His voice sounded rough. I set my coffee down and leaned closer, placing my hand on his forehead. "Hey, don’t move, you’ll tear the stitches." Nico blinked, his gaze focusing on me. Then it drifted to Bianca at the foot of his bed. "Why is she here?" Nico grumbled. "Did I die and go to hell?" "You wish," Bianca said, standing. "I brought coffee and I’m checking on my investment. If you die, the alliance falls apart, and I have to marry a cousin or something awful."

I lowered my eyes, my voice as calm as if I were reciting some meaningless line. "To the two of you. May your true love win in the end." "Never to part." Lucian didn't drink. He poured the wine straight onto the floor. "A traitor's blessing. It makes me sick." But Bianca laughed, clearly delighted by the words, and threw a card straight in my face. "Take it. The PIN is my birthday." She took another big gulp of wine and melted against Lucian's chest, her voice thick with barely hidden boasting.

Iniko When we get to the mountain, we land and Brooke shifts, growling at me. “You didn’t fly as fast as you can, Iniko!” I lean my face over her. “I beat you, Brooke. What difference does it make?” “It means you don’t think I can fly faster than I did.” “No, it means that I know exactly how fast you can fly. I didn’t let you win. Why are you angry?” I growl back. She turns and begins to walk away. I put my wing in front of her and when she starts to push past me, I push my talons into the ground around her, caging her in.

Once, I had poured my entire soul into making this cold fortress feel like a home. The vintage medical diagrams I had framed myself, the rare botanical specimens I had painstakingly nurtured on the sunlit terrace, the handcrafted espresso cups from Florence. Everything was still perfectly in place. Yet, my personal essence had been completely erased. It was as if I had already become a ghost under his roof. Right then, my encrypted phone buzzed with a notification. It was a text from Dominic. 【Aria, I’m sorry. Tonight’s dinner is canceled.】 【Bianca’s vehicle was targeted by a rogue faction's drive-by shooting right outside the Valentino Enterprises skyscraper. She wasn't hit, but she severel