Nico Nico Nii 소설 & 이야기

"Your name is Elena. You love sour things, and you hate thunderstorms. Your eyes turn into little crescents when you laugh. You don't like rainy days. On those days, you like to curl up in my arms and stay inside. You like to hold onto something when you sleep, so every night, I give you my arm to lean on." He read it to me, line by line. "What about you?" I asked. Nico ruffled my hair and smiled. "I'm Niccolo, but you can call me Nico. I'm the most important person in your life, and I'm the one you love most. Most importantly, I'm the man who promised to take care of you forever." He leaned down and kissed me softly. The breeze, carrying the scent of lemon blossoms, danced through my hair a

I choked. Nico sucked on his thumb. "My name is Nicola Alecc Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera." He said proudly. "It is nice to meet you, Ijjy." It was adorable how he could say his name so perfectly, but had problem saying mine. I smiled down at him. "It is nice to meet you too, Nicola." He grinned at me, then at Mariano and went with Meela to what I supposed was his room. I didn't have it in me to look at Mariano. His hands fisted in my hair, and he turned my head sideways to make me look at him.

“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.”

"I can’t promise that. Papa says I am the brightest star in the sky. It's science." "Of course he does." I shrugged. "And!" Elara added as she leaned in close. "Nico has to wear a tiny suit. He will look like a little penguin. But he will drop the rings, Auntie Irene, I just know it. He is very clumsy." "I am not 'lumsey!" Right on cue, Nico appeared in the doorway. He wobbled slightly on his toddler legs, clutching a brightly colored wooden block. He puffed out his chest as he took two incredibly confident steps forward, and immediately tripped.

For some reason, I was let down that Luca wasn't around. After all, this was his home, and he had no interest in having supper with visitors. Like the fool he was, he may have been hiding upstairs. At least I learned that he is only twenty six years old, and based on his brother's appearance, he ought to be respectable. I glanced over at Nico, who I've enjoyed chatting with all night. His chestnut hair, which was neatly combed back and reached to his ears. He was well-shaven and had a defined jawline. He had an undeniable youthful attractiveness in his dark eyes and brows. Nico wore a lot of smiles, which fit him well.

Nico I make my way to my couch and I go through her file. She is a straight A student taking advanced classes since the seventh grade. I wonder why she hasn’t graduated early. She must have the credits to do so at this point. All her school pictures are here. She starts off with bright eyes that appear happy and full of life, but over time her smile has faded and the brightness is gone from her eyes. I can see her sadness in her eyes from her last picture.

“Wait… what are we doing?” Nico smirked. “That depends. What are you ready for?” His voice lowered, taking on a lazy amusement. “You want to get on your knees and suck me off? Or do you want us to go to the main event church girl” he accentuated his words by licking his lips.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

Nicolai I walked into the kitchen to talk to Ana and see her staring out the window with tears in her eyes. I rush to take her in my arms as she starts to cry. “What happened Ana?” I hold her until I feel her shaking start to subside. “Ana, sweetheart, tell me what's wrong.” I start to pull away so I can see her face and the pain in her eyes takes my breath away. “I couldn’t get ahold of Vivian, so I called the Emerald Clan, and they told me that Luther and Vivian were killed 10 years ago, and the killer has never been found. Who would want to kill them, they were the most precious people I have ever met. I need to know who did this, and I want revenge, not just for their family and pack for

I said firmly. “I’m sorry. You really look like her. Anyway, I’m Nico,” He offered his palms. I needed to get more information from him so I shook his hands.