Nico Kim Novels & Stories

"Motorcycles, mainly. You'd be surprised how many of your type have taken up riding as a hobby." "My type?" Nico raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "You know," I gestured vaguely at his expensive clothes, the commanding way he carried himself. "Corporate. Polished." He laughed then, a genuine sound that softened his features. "You might be surprised," Nico said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a nasty burn scar on his forearm. "I earned this in a kitchen, not a boardroom."

I take another sip from the cigar before speaking to him “Dario, do you know why you are here?” He swallowed hard “Mr. Lucado, I …..” I laughed at his formal approach. “Mr. Lucado? Although this might work well with my father, but not me. I’m Nickolai, remember. Everyone calls me Nickolai. Do I have to rip out a tooth to remind you of my name? Tiny beads of sweat emerge from his forehead roll down his temple tracing the line of his mustache. His lips trembles as he spoke “I apologize Don Nickolai. It’s a mistake. I didn’t mean….” I raise my hand to silence him. “I’ll just ask you one question. Who are your accomplices?”

A man shows up, a very handsome creature who almost drops Alex’s panties in a stare. The man was 5’11 tall and his eyes were royal blue, His red lips are soft the way you look at them and he has a pointed nose, His body is moonlit so you can see his Adonis-liked body with six-pack abs. This man has a perfect face and has an attractive body. Alex was stunned by the handsome creature in front of her, She didn’t know If she was scared or nervous because the handsome creature in front of her was none other than Kimberly Joy Dragneel. She is better known by the name Kim. A.K.A Kim THE fuckboy.

"Is she coming with us?" "Kim, why don't you go wait back over there, okay?" Jimmy said, irritated. Who the fuck was Kim? And why was she here?! Victoria prayed to God that this girl was here for Eddie. She couldn't even speak. She just stared at the girl, who was completely ignoring her. As Victoria's mind was busy twirling, she heard a door shut upstairs and she glanced toward the sound. She saw Nic coming around the corner dressed in a nice suit. He stopped at the top of the stairs when their eyes connected. For a second, she could have sworn he looked surprised, but that was quickly replaced with his nonchalant mask. He quickly descended the steps and walked up to the small group.

He’d tossed and turned the entire night—Hell, even in the days leading up to the rendezvous; mind running in relentless circles as it concocted various ways his meeting with Camille could go wrong: He’d walk into the room and as soon as she saw him she’d realize who he was and instantly pin him for a pervert; he’d find out his fly hung loose when her eyes slid down north from his face for a split second; she’d be entirely indifferent to his presence, feigning interest for only as long as it was polite before sending him on his way. The possibilities were endless, and because he could do nothing about it he took into his hands the one thing it was he could control—his appearance. Wearing a sl

I pushed his forehead "I think I like to have a relationship with someone who has the same age as me." Nico said "Do you like asians or americans or british?" I asked "Koreans." "Hmmm Celine, Celine." "I don't like a girl who is talkative and has a high notes when she's pissed." That made me laugh a lot, that's true though "You're right." "She is." Nico added "You never try with Shinah?" I asked "Nope she's wasting my time."

“You’re the only person I’ve met who gets excited about albinos.” “Have you ever seen a Japanese or Asian albino?” Kaiyo asked. I paused my answer. “I have not.” “Me too. Lucas is the first albino I’ve ever seen.” Niko tugged on Kaiyo’s shirt and captured his attention. “My name is Nikolaus Jeremy Dietrich Campbell and I’m five and a half years old.” Kaiyo giggled. “That’s a long name for someone small.” “Mommy and chichi say it’s not.”

Mario turned to his son. "And this is my one and only biological son, Nico," he stepped forward and took my free hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. I smiled. Nico had short black hair, had glasses, a black suit and tattoos. A lot of them. His fingers were cold from the rings he had on. Safe to say, he was hot. "Call me Nico. I hate being called Niccolò." "Figlio!" Chiara said in a harsh tone. "Mi dispiace mama," he looked over at Chris. "So, you sure he's not-"

Kai materialized at the edge of the bleachers, guitar case slung over one shoulder like a weapon. “Survived gym without getting flattened. Impressive, twenty-one.” He grinned, falling into step as Nico started walking. “You good?” “Fine,” Nico said. “Just tired of people staring.” Kai laughed. “Get used to it. You’re trending harder than a Swarm War memorial reel.”

Suddenly, Nicholas appeared amid the confrontation between Kimberly and Mario. Mario gave Nicholas a cold smile. "You don't need to know the details of our conversation, Mr. Delano." "Oh, really? But I'm sorry; you're bothering my woman tonight, so I have every right to interfere in anything concerning Kimberly!" Kimberly was taken aback by Nicholas's words. She never expected the Ice King to speak so warmly to Mario, especially considering they were practically strangers. Similarly, Mario felt a stark difference from their previous encounter at a restaurant where Nicholas had remained mostly silent, observing.