Nico And Will Novels & Stories

ELARA'S POV “Nico,” I say, trying to keep my frustration at bay. “I know it’s hard to believe me after all you saw, but I want you to believe me when I say this: Nate and I are not together. What happened at the villa was just for the week, and it’s over. Nate and I were never an item, and we never will be.” Nico’s eyes lock onto mine. Even through the heat of his anger, I can tell he knows I’m not lying.

Nicole dragged her away from the younger lookalike and they approached her mother. "This is my mother," Nicole said. The older woman frowned, "Isn't Nathan supposed to do this thing?" the boy in question rolled his eyes and went to them. He grabbed Nicole's shoulders and gently pushed her aside before holding Willow's waist. "Mom, this is Willow; my girlfriend. Willow, meet my mom," he said introducing them. His mother grinned in satisfaction and stood up. Willow couldn't deny how beautiful she was. Her olive skin glowed beautifully and her long black hair was so silky that it made Willow envious.

Rocco said to him and tapped his shoulder before going to seat down. Soon Nelly entered the church and screams could be heard from all corners of the large auditorium. She did not have chief bridesmaids because she don't have many friends. The only friend she has is Avery and she is studying in France. She couldn't make it to Nelly's Wedding. Roddy led Nelly to the altar and smiled at Bill before going to seat down. It was time for them to take their vows and the auditorium was now quiet. “Nelly Willows, do you take Bill kent as your husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health till death separate you?

It was just a family gathering between socialites in a private club where all people did was brag about their wealth, profit, their children and whatever else they could brag about. "How's the event preparation going on Manik?" Sia's dad asked. Lifting his gaze from his plate, he put on a polite smile, before replying, "We are just getting started." "It's surprising this time you brought a partner along. Won't you introduce her to us?" Kai's mum said, hand gesturing to Nandini who had been sitting beside Manik. "She is not his partner." Sia interjected, pulling in all the other's attention. "What I mean is-" her tone softened. "she is his new secretary, Nandini."

Nico replied threateningly. “What do you mean, loser?” Damian asked. “Ha ha, you should have asked your cousins ​​what happened in the morning a while ago, or maybe you all want to listen to the recording. It’s all still on my phone,” Nicko said, mocking the Windsor family. Now it was Grandma Elizabeth and Damian’s turn to look at each other in amazement, while Catherine increasingly dared not look up. Nicko took the mini tablet from his pocket and carried it over to the Windsors. “Are you ready to hear this?” asked Nico.

There’s nothing like having a common enemy. “So, we should go,” says Lorcan. He proffers the handle of my wheelie case and I’m about to take it when my phone rings. I check the ID: it’s Nico. At last. “Nico! Where have you been!” “Fliss! I know what you are thinking, and I am mortified—” As he launches into some long, rambling apology, I cut him off. “We haven’t got time for all that. They’re about to get it together on the beach. You need to move fast. Listen.”

"Maybe I should just stay back and take a gap year." "No, you would do no such thing," Nico disagreed with a tsk. "We don't want to part from you. But going to New York would give you a much-needed break from that dickhead. Nico sighed deeply. She joined in and kissed me on the cheek. "Besides, we could always hang out during the holidays. We will get through this, Win." "You sure?" "A hundred percent!" Nico nodded hard. "We are the three musketeers, remember? Best friends for life!"

We hadn’t taken more than three steps before the first voices rose above the hum. “Well, well, Lucchese,” a voice drawled, slick with familiarity. Nico. He and Carlos were already positioned near the champagne tower, their post like two watchmen with entirely different intentions. Nico wore his smile like armor, mischief cutting sharper than any blade. Carlos was calmer, his grin disarming, softer, but no less dangerous. “Late, as usual,” Nico continued, the glass in his hand catching the chandelier light. His gaze slid over Dante like smoke, then landed squarely on me. And stayed. “But worth the wait.”

“Too late.” The jet filled with shrieking laughter as Nico began to move, dramatically, embarrassingly, arms up and hips rolling like a tragic stripper. Lucas covered his face with both hands, face blazing red. “I’m breaking up with you,” he muttered. “No, you’re not,” Nico beamed. Noel leaned into Vincenzo. “They’re insane.” “I’m thinking we should adopt a child. For balance.” Noel elbowed him. “If you keep talking, we are never going to even try having any kids.”

The last firework faded with a smoky sigh, leaving behind a hush that buzzed at the edges. I hadn’t realized how close we were sitting until silence made it obvious—until the only thing louder than my heartbeat was the sound of approaching footsteps. Nico jogged over, all teeth and mischief, sleeves rolled up and shirt barely tucked in, like he’d sprinted straight from trouble. His grin was wild, boyish, and completely amused by whatever chaos he was about to cause. “Come on!” he said. “Fireworks for the new power couple—there has to be a kiss.”