Novel & Cerita Nico Nico Nii

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-"

Nico cleared his throat, “Hey, I’m Nico, how’s it going?” My stomach grumbled again, interrupting their conversation.

"She is a very beautiful, very interesting woman that Nico has been thinking about non-stop since we saw her at that bar three weeks ago. He thinks about her constantly. I know because I share a work space with him and he has been distracted and weird and—" "I have not been distracted." "You spelled your own name wrong on a document last week." "That was a typo." "Nico. You have been spelling your name for thirty one years." I look at Nico. Nico, who is the most composed human being I have ever met in my life. Who has sat in rooms with people pointing guns at him and maintained complete emotional neutrality. Who approaches every situation — every single one, without exception — with the calm

“This is Nico, right? Is he a model? I assumed he is an old man.” The man who seems to be Nico curls his lips into an amused smile that radiates confidence. “Oh, I guess you understand attractiveness better than my friend here,” he says, sitting with us at the table. “Don’t feed his ego, Cassie,” Liam warns. “I’m Nico,” the attractive man introduces himself, offering his hand to me. “A fashion model.” I shake it and he holds my hand a little too long–making me notice he has deep brown eyes which make him look as if he is always thinking of mischief.

I added. “You’re boring me, Lucas,” Nico yawned. “I want to know if she’s pretty, hot, or cute,” said Nico while waving his eyebrows up and down. I laughed with what Nico said, classic Nico. “Well a combination of the three,” I said while imagining Katie, I shrugged and move my head to hide my expression to Nico. When I look at Nico, I saw an amused expression. “Is this a miracle? Lucas the famous photographer finds a girl not just pretty, hot, or cute but a combination of the three,” said Nico with amusement in his eyes.

Nico “Lit the fire…Nico…” his voice was cold as ice, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the terrified little eight-year-old boy. “Be a man…lit the fire. You’re Alessandro Baldocchi’s son. Don’t be a pussy…” “Please…don’t do this….” the young woman tied to the pole wailed. “Please Alessandro…I will leave…I will take him and go away…please…”

greeted an elderly man behind the counter, his face lighting up with a warm smile as he recognized Izan. “How have you been, Nico?” Izan asked, returning the smile. “Still kicking,” Nico replied with a chuckle before his eyes fell on me, his smile widening. “And who might this be?” Izan nodded towards me proudly. “This is my girlfriend,” he declared, and my breath caught in my throat at the word. I turned to look at him, feeling a rush of warmth as he flashed me a tender smile.

"When the twins are asleep, the world feels more peaceful." Nico laughed too, then grasped Celine's hand tightly. "Honey, I have something to tell you." Celine looked at Nico curiously. "What?" Nico took a deep breath, then began to speak. "Actually, during this time I secretly built another company. It's called Calco Group. Now that the company has grown quite rapidly, it will even level up soon." Celine blinked, surprised. "What? Seriously, Nico? You have another company?!"

I can help. Marcus's mocking laughter filled the room again, and Nina's heart sank. "Please, Mom, just trust me," Nina said, her voice breaking. "I can't talk right now, but I'll be fine." "Alright, Nina," her mother said reluctantly. "But please, be safe. I love you." "I love you too, Mom," Nina whispered, tears streaming down her face. Marcus ended the call and threw the phone aside. "You think you can outsmart me, Nina? You think you can win this game?"

Nico was always in charge. Once she walked into my room and shut the door. I looked up from my homework and started to speak but she stopped me with an upraised hand. Her hair was sporting a bright purple streak on the right side. Nico unbuttoned the raincoat that came down to her knees and let it drop to the floor. Of course, she was naked underneath. Her pubic hair had a matching purple streak.