Nico Nico Nii Mga Nobela at Kwento

I murmured, stroking the rest of him while my tongue swirled. Jayden’s moans filled the room. “Don’t cum yet,” Nico warned him. “You only cum when I say.” Jayden whimpered, nodding quickly. “Okay. Okay. I-I won’t—just—Siena” Nico’s hands slid down my back. He kissed my shoulder. His other hand stroked my inner thigh slowly, deliberately. “You’re dripping,” he growled. “Fucking messy already.” “I want both of you,” I gasped, pulling off Jayden with a wet sound. “I can’t even think straight—”

"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."

“Oh… Oh, Nicky--” “Nico,” I rasp. “The people who really get close to me… If you want to use a nickname, call me Nico, alright? Nicky was just some stupid kid…” “Hey… Hey Nicky.” And James was the last person to ever fucking call me that. “Nico,” she tries on. And fuck, that feels wrong. It is creepy as fuck hearing that name coming out from these lips in that breathy, feminine voice.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

My body falls still as I think about Leo; is he still alive? “Come on, Nico, what's taking you so long? She's already half dead.” As I endeavour to blink away the haze blinding me, I learn that the bastard above me is called Nico. “Calm down, brother, you can have her once I'm done.” He laughs in a sinister tone that makes me want to puke. My breathing stops as my head lurches to the side and a sharp ache spreads across my head and behind my eyes. “Leo...” I mumble.

I stood at Alessia’s back, and the male stood up suddenly. “Hello Anya.” he beamed. He was really cute. Does Vincenzo only have cute people around him? I tilted my head “How do you know my name?” “The guys told me. I am Nico. Nice to meet you.” he smiled. He looked playful and boyish and a little younger than the rest guys. Alessia tugged my shirt and I turned to look at her. “He is Nico, I and Vince's adopted brother. He may look playful, but he is a skilled assassin and a fucking asshole.”

“When this is over, when we've dealt with Thomas and Delilah and whoever the hell ordered that hit on us, you can retire. No more missions, find someone, settle the fuck down and just live, Nico.” Nico was quiet for so long I thought he might have fallen asleep. Then he said, "There might be someone." I raised an eyebrow, immediately wincing at the movement. "Yeah?" "Maybe." "Who is she?" "It's not a she." I laughed. "Liar." A small smile tugged at Nico's mouth. "Okay, fine. It's a she. But it's complicated." "It always is." "She's young. Smart as hell. Impulsive. Stubborn."

Nico sit beside me "Good to know that you're happy here." He smiled "Tell me about your sister." "What do you want to know?" He asked "Tell me everything." "She's 17, she's a typical highschool girl. Like kpops, going to music shows and support her favorite boygroup. She really loves to read, she has bookshelf for novels and she has a tons of books." Nico smiled remembering here "What's her name?" "Yoonji." "A cute name." "After my parents got here, they care for us until she was 3 then they always dropped us to my grandparents place. They never care for us, all they think is work money and work again." I hold Nico's hand and gently stroke it

I say as I race to catch up to Brooke. “Bye, Mom! We’ll be back soon!” Cyrene says. “Don’t go too far, Iniko. You’re getting close to your first shift,” she calls out. “We’re just going to the mountain,” I call back. “Go, Kiko, go!” Cyrene says, encouraging me to catch up to Brooke. I love that Cyrene is nine years old and still calls me Kiko. She’s the only one who does. It’s just like she still calls Cal Calgon. No one cares to correct her because she’s Cyrene.

A smirk then raises to Nicole. "Call me... J!"