Nico Kim Novels & Stories

“’he is huge. You are tiny,” Nico gasped loudly. Swallowing the last piece of the buyer he glanced at him with an exaggerated look. “I am not tiny. He is the meat mountain. I have a swimmer’s body okay. It’s very healthy,” Kiran glanced at them both. “Well you are still tiny compared to him,” Nico glanced at Dylan who was stifling a chuckle. “You just watch how I’m going to win against him. Kiran, don’t underestimate my tiny size. Being big doesn’t mean you are strong,”

It got too bad, I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. "Why are you doing that?" I demanded, earning an unimpressed look from the back chair. "Do what Mr. Sica?" She inquired, blatantly refusing to give me an answer. "Stop calling me that. The name is Nikolas." I rattled back. "And if you are going to keep playing stupid, I'm going to dumb it down for you. How did this happen? Where did we meet? How did you keep this from me for so long?"

I choked. Nico sucked on his thumb. "My name is Nicola Alecc Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera." He said proudly. "It is nice to meet you, Ijjy." It was adorable how he could say his name so perfectly, but had problem saying mine. I smiled down at him. "It is nice to meet you too, Nicola." He grinned at me, then at Mariano and went with Meela to what I supposed was his room. I didn't have it in me to look at Mariano. His hands fisted in my hair, and he turned my head sideways to make me look at him.

He was engrossed with something on his phone, and suddenly I wanted to know what that might be. As I approached, I heard the familiar voices of a trashy reality TV family. “Nico, are you watching the Kardashians?” Nico whipped his pretty blonde head around guiltily. “No. I would never.” If the guilty look didn’t give him away, his blush said it all. I laughed before rolling my eyes. Then I sat on the tiny scrap of a seat next to Nico and made him scoot over so that I could see what was on his phone. His bony ass didn’t want to make room. But begrudgingly he complied.

* He thought angrily as he gritted his teeth. “Let’s go.” Jeric called as he led his troop out of Pledis High. “Do you not know who you just punched, Kevin?! It is LANCE KIM! SOUTH KOREA’S HOTTEST GUY!!!!” Helga hollered as she walked back and forth in front of Kevin. Kevin sighed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t freaking care. He’s an arrogant guy.” He said. Helga sighed hard. “Okay. So what do we do now that you have made Lance Kim mad, huh?” She asked Kevin.

Nico ordered. “Yes, of course, Young Master,” she said, then left feeling relieved. “Huh, almost,” she thought with relief. Nicko wears the latest Armani black suit. He combed his hair neatly using pomade to make it look more classy. His appearance this time differed completely from usual, indeed he felt a little uncomfortable because he wasn’t used to it, but it didn’t matter to him. “Are you ready, Young Master?” Kyle Brenan who was waiting for him at the door Asked. While his Mom and Dad waited downstairs.

Her loud mouth can get us into trouble. “I don’t care!” But Jeremy laughs and looks at the brown-eyed girl before Nicole. “What the fuck! She’s Marinette, my crush!” “One of your crushes!” Blue reminds him. “Whatever!” He rolls his eyes, just like his sister. After all, they are twins. He has the same golden hair and green eyes to die for. He has an amazing physique as well because he is obsessed with football. He is a member of the college football team as well and some girls are even head over heels for him. But unfortunately, they are not what he desires.

My expression was calm, but the look in my eyes was enough to make Nico’s lively chatter stop short. “I believe you’ve found something for me,” I declared with an air of confidence. “I did, and you will thank me—or actually, just treat me to a nice steak,” Nico suggested as he pulled out his laptop, typed in a few keys, then turned it to face me. On the screen was demographic data of a man. Not just any man—the man who had decided to stand between me and Sienna. The picture wasn’t clear, clipped from CCTV footage at the café where Nico had met her. There were a few more photos, all blurry and unclear. But his distinct features were visible: platinum blond hair, piercing grey eyes, and the re

Nico’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine. “Cara mia, just looking at you undoes me,” he murmured. “And if I win...” “Then?” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Nico leaned closer and brushed his thumb against my lip. “Then I am going to fuck you over the snooker table,” he whispered. “But first, I am going to watch you touch yourself…I want you to be dirty and a bad, bad girl.” My mouth hung open, everything south of my belly clenching.

"What the fuck. Nico? Two of them?" Nero thought it was not another Russian mob attack. He would really wipe them all out now without blinking an eye. Nico nodded, but his expression remained unreadable. "I took the first one into town. I've had a suspicion since that night." He reached into his pocket again, placing a small card on the table. A goldsmith’s business card. Nero’s jaw tightened. “What is this?" Nico spoke evenly, his voice carrying the weight of something much bigger than a simple discovery.