Nico Love Novels & Stories

Nicholas' voice breaks at the end, it's not a secret for Nicholas to be overly sensitive at the word 'travel' “Honey! It's okay, Piper will be fine, She's old enough to take care of her own” Ada pleaded helplessly, She couldn't remember the last time She had seen Nicholas getting so worked up and it scares her a little. “How could she do this to me? Why couldn't She learn a little from her sister?” Nicholas pointed his finger at Winter when he said that. Meanwhile, Winter was seconds away from spitting out the truth. She never wanted her father to think of her as the sweet, innocent daughter that never disobeyed him.

His one arm snakes around my waist pulling me to him as his other hand grabs my chin forcing me to look at him. “Because you love me.” I answer breathlessly. Shit he takes my breath away. “Exactly, Little Dove.” Nico replies before his lips capture mine in a brutally, passionate kiss that heats the fire in my core. “Tell me you love me too, Little Dove.” Nico demands breaking our kiss. “It’s not that simple, Nico. I do love you, but I hate feeling like I’m just a pawn.” I reply leaning my forehead against his chest.

Tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let him see me break down. I loved you, Nico," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I fought to keep the tears at bay. "I still do. And I will prove myself innocent to you, no matter what it takes." Nico’s eyes remained hard, but I pressed on, pouring my heart into each word. "I know what we had was real. What I saw in you over the last two years was love—true love. I can’t believe I was wrong about that, because no one can fake it that well. You are my everything, Nico, and I’m never giving up on you. Not now, not ever."

She knows it. That’s why she can’t stay away. That’s why she sneaks out, even when she knows it’s dangerous. She’s searching for something more, something she doesn’t even understand yet. And I’ll give it to her. I’ll take her from their clumsy hands and show her what it means to belong to someone who won’t beg for her love, but claim it. Nico thinks he can “protect” her? He’s too soft. Too lost in his own guilt. He shot her brother, and that guilt will crush him before it ever lets him truly love her. Nico doesn’t even know what love is.

Sometimes you sit with confusion until it softens into clarity. ***** “Sir!” Nico exclaimed, stepping back into the room that afternoon with a heavy expression. He paused to short the door. Connel lifted his head from the laptop to look at Nico, he didn't respond as he anticipated what he had to say. “Just discovered something else.” Nico's voice came on. An old affiliate from MILAN reached out. He claims Peterson has been courting Ravenco for months behind the shadows.” Nico uttered Connel's grip on the laptop relaxed, he lowered it as he carefully kept it aside. “Courting?” He questioned with a calm tone.

“Your whore? My whore? Or just the prize you two keep fighting over until one of you puts a bullet in the other?” Victor’s hand tightens on my shoulder. “She’s the woman we both love. And she’s done pretending she only wants one.” Nico laughs—short, bitter, dangerous. “You think love fixes this?” He gestures at the room—at me, naked and trembling between them. “You think she can fuck us both and we just… share?” Victor’s eyes never leave Nico’s. “I think she already has. And I think you liked knowing I was tasting what you left inside her.”

You might not remember it now, but you'll know it when you see it. "Niccolo's birthday is on October 18th. Remember it. "He likes espresso and hates milk. He taps his fingers on the table when he's nervous. "He has a tiny scar at the end of his left eyebrow from a fall when he was three. "He loves you. More than you'll ever know." All of them were about Nico. Bianca's hand began to shake. "It's been three years," she spat through gritted teeth. "We've been together for three years, and he never once treated me like a real fiancée."

“I hear she’s a sweet piece of ass. Is that true?” “She’s not without her merits,” Nico says, taking out his phone and showing it to Rico. I had forgotten that I sent him some pictures of her when I discovered the relationship between her and Saccone. “Damn,” Nico says. Rico removes himself from his corner to go look and he whistles. Nico looks up at me and says, “You’re definitely fucking her. I’ll be all over that if I were you.” “Not all of us lose our minds when we see a woman.”

Boris' words from the other end filled the room and Stephanie’s face paled while Nico’s eyes hardened and face turned red in rage. “B…” She started but Nico shook his head threatening her to stay quiet or he would end her life. She stopped and begged him with her eyes but she knew he had none to give. “I know a lot of water has flown under the bridge, Stephanie. But I still feel the same for you. Please come to me tonight. I need you, my love. I need you to forget the pain and sufferings of memories. Please….” Nico ended the call before Boris could say further.

Megan would also take what I told her to the grave. “I’m so incredibly sorry,” she said when I finished. “I’m okay though, and I will be okay in the future.” “You love Dante.” “It can never happen. He’ll forget about me.” “That will happen at the same time you forget about him.” Then it would never happen. I didn’t want to be the cause of him being unhappy. He would get over me. “How are things with Nico?” “You are such a pain in the ass. I’m in love, of course. No marriage plans because we’re not crazy, just in high school love. Not Dante and Chaney love.”