Nico Love Novels & Stories

“Make love to me… my Alpha.” He kissed her breathless, heart thumping in his chest at her words, for she had called him Alpha, hers, and he swore then that he would make himself worthy to be hers. “As you wish… my Luna,” he whispered in her ear as he nibbled her earlobe. “Sing for me.”

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

I ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my voice, but the brothers both shook their heads. “No, it’s not that... it’s just that-“ “It’s just strange that you’re humming Lenore’s favourite song when she used to do the same thing while cooking.” Nico finishes Dario’s sentence and I roll my eyes. “I keep hearing that name, but I have no idea who that is,” I say while pulling bacon out of the fridge and grabbing eggs. The brothers looked at one another before answering me. “She was Dante’s first love and fiancée.” Nico answers and Dario looks down into his hands.

"But even then, I couldn't stop looking at you, I told myself it was strategy but it was obsession. And then it became this." "This?" "Love," Nico said. The word hung in the cold night air, heavier and more real than the snow. He said it simply. "I love you, Elena," Nico whispered. "I love your rage. I love your mercy. I love the way you look at me like you see the man underneath the crown." My chest tightened. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you too," I said. "Even the monster parts." Nico smiled, a genuine, beautiful expression that lit up his face. He leaned down and kissed me, It was slow and deep.

"You want something to drink?" "Water," Nico said too fast. "Cold, please." Lucas opened the fridge and passed him a bottle. Nico took it, his fingers brushing Lucas’s. He nearly dropped it. Lucas sat across from him, watching. "I haven’t heard from Vincenzo either," he said. "Believe me. If I had, you would know." Nico nodded. Then stood up, pacing a little. "I just... hate not knowing. Noel’s not just some guy. He’s... he’s my person."

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

Nico looked at Ravenna first, then at Silas, then at Rebecca. And when he answered, he did it without hesitation. “Yes.” Silas held his gaze. Rebecca didn’t move at all. Nico continued, quieter now but no less certain. “I love her. I’d die for her in a heartbeat.” Ravenna’s breath caught so subtly most people would have missed it. Elara’s hand at Nico’s back tightened briefly, then steadied. Silas didn’t flinch. He simply watched Nico with an expression that weighed words the way a mechanic weighed parts: for damage, for strength, for something that would hold under pressure.

“I love you Mister Nicola Luna Rossa Deville.” Nico’s grin slowly turned into a soft stare. He placed his palm on my face and rubbed it gently. “I love you too Miss Gabriella Luna Rossa Romano,” he moved in and covered my mouth in his again, promising togetherness, power, protection, brotherhood, and more love under the moon for as long as we live. THE END.

he murmurs so only I can hear. I think back to the day we met, how similar this was to then, and I can’t help myself as I smile and whisper, “I’m fixing your fucking mess.” He chokes out a breathy laugh, a rumbling sound that is full and joyous, causing another round of cameras to click around the hall. “God, I miss being in love,” Nicco sighs into his microphone, finally breaking through our little bubble as a small ripple of laughter tears through the crowd.

"I have to be clear about our feelings." "Didn't you understand what I just said?" Nico cupped her cheek. "I love you, Jenny. Not as a little sister-not as merely a friend-I love you in a way that makes me do crazy things. I love you in a way that when you glance at me across the room, I want to take you into my arms and kiss you speechless. I want to be with you in every sense of the word, and I never want to lose you. Not again." He brushed her hair away from her face. "And I hope you feel the same way about me."