Novel & Cerita Nico Kim

Three rings rested on both of his hands and a black beaded charm bracelet. Are nerds that hot? His face looked so innocent. The glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. His soft pink lips were turned into a pout. Extra delicious. His hair was messily disheveled, draped on his forehead and eyes. Illegal. “Anna and Tyler,” “Cristiano and West,” The teacher called out names. Groans were heard in the room but my eyes were fixed on something special. And that special was him. Am I getting obsessed? Yes.

I was still in uniform and my blazer was hanging on the back of the chair. "News?" I asked Nicko who was staring at the sleeping Luna. "Mr. Kim and I have already spoken to someone and will walk tomorrow," he answered me as he still looked at the sleeping Luna. "We've been together for a long time, tell me...do you like her?" Nicko asked me as his face pointed at the girl. I answered with a small laugh, "Just because I helped someone, I like him right away? I'm doing this so that the reputation of mom's school won't be damaged," I laughed at Nicko again.

, Gemma said to one of the security men and they took him to the suite where Nico and his gang have been waiting for them. They entered the suite and Nico smirked,,,he glanced through them and discovered something is missing. "Something isn't right here,,,your boss isn't here", Nico smirked."Our boss not being here is none of your business. Let's go straight to business", Luca said. They picked cards and started playing while girls were entertaining them with their bodies. Nico bid £20 million for the first round because he was certain he'd win but Luca beat him to it and won the game which angered Nico.

He directed those who were there and fielded a few phone calls. Domenico showed up late in the afternoon, with what looked like a case of sports drink under one arm and a duffel bag in the other. Marco took the case from him, and he passed by, not even looking at me as he headed to the crowd of men who were playing a game of poker. From what I could tell the one named Joey was winning handily, so much that the others were claiming that he was cheating. They were right.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Park Yeo Joon, a middle-aged Korean man and the owner of Namsan Group, as well as the event's organizer, greeted Nicholas. Nicholas smiled at Mr. Yeo. "I'm the one who feels honored to be invited by someone as distinguished as you." Mr. Yeo smiled as he sipped his wine. "Is this your wife?" Mr. Yeo's gaze shifted, and he even threw a warm smile toward Kimberly, who was standing right beside Nicholas. Nicholas smiled again. "She's my partner, Sir." Mr. Yeo nodded. "You two look lovely tonight. Your girlfriend is indeed beautiful."

“In the men's bathroom, and I never should have let her get away.” “Fascinating.” Nico comments in English, laughing for a bit. “You have peculiar taste Kline.” “Her, only her.” he retorts, using English too. They continue to speak, but this time Caelum gives me some attention, bringing me closer to him. I stay silent, scrolling my I*******m comment section, but I still catch every word Nico and Caelum speak, with my brain auto translating them to English. Most of their conversation is in third person, I've learnt Nico is a distant cousin of his and he trades weapons as well as buys women then recruits them into stripping as a reform.

Don Ramon continued, “His mother was Thai royalty, and Theerakunya is her name. That’s how he’s blending in. We have intel he’s currently on that same island. With you.” Vincenzo's grip on the phone tightened. “And Noel,” Don Ramon added in a lowered voice. “He’s not there for diplomacy. This man was raised for revenge.” Somewhere on the far side of the resort…past the dancing lights, music, and laughter…inside a closed private villa surrounded by thick jungle, Nico lay unconscious. The room was dim, moonlight slanting through gauzy curtains. Cool air hummed from the ceiling fan. On the bed, Nico’s limp form was stretched out, his damp lashes fluttering slightly.

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.”

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."