Novel & Cerita Nico Nico Nii

He had a rich, deep smile, and those eyes held mine cautiously as if intrigued and at the same time studying me. "Thanks!" I collected my sketchbook, plastering a fake small smile. "We take chemistry together" "Yeah! I noticed you" It was really hard not to. He gave me weird vibes. "I'm sorry for creeping you out in class. It's just that you're very pretty," He complimented with a bright brilliant smile. Well, that was bold. "Thanks" "I'm Niko." I nodded, and he stared at me, expecting me to say something. I mentally rolled my eyes. "I'm Ciri...Cirilla actually, but most people call me Ciri"

a voice came from the back of the counter. 'Nico' His name had a nice ring to it. I wonder what Nico was an abbreviation for. Nicolas? Nicole? Nicodemus?. I smiled at the last name. "Just a minute miss. I will be right back" He wore a crescent moon necklace around his neck and had the inscription of 'Nicola' written on the back of his shirt. "Nicola," I said under my breath as he walked towards the counter, my heart aching. "Where have you been child?" I turned to see a stressed Nanny walking towards me. "I have been calling you on the phone."

◇ New Chat from: ***6023*** "K it's Nicco. If Ilya contacts you, don't meet up with him. Talk over the phone but DO NOT agree to meet up." Today 19:39 The text was from an unregistered number. Italian area code?. I didn't have many friends in Italy, and not one of them knew my other nickname. My friends and acquaintances in the modeling industry usually knew me as "Kel Nielsen" or just "Kel". Only my mom, my sister, and her husband called me "K". Could this really be Niccolo? Was he doing okay? Why was he using a new number? Was he trying to keep it secret from the Falcos that he was communicating with me and warning me about Ilya?

"You know, Nini? You will not grow if you stay there in what you are used to." He comes closer to me. "Staying there will make you feel empty. But, if you can push through, and try or get out just once, you may find an exciting and new world awaits you," he said then smiled. I just give him a smile in return. "Santos, Nicolette Niome." I heard my name being called. I immediately turned around and saw our adviser beside bus number 3. "Santos, Nicolette Niome? Are you here?"

Linux is still holding the fork and giving Jirou spaghetti. "Good morning, bitch," Nico greeted, causing Jirou to look at her badly. Nico is eating spaghetti and later Luxian handed Nico a tissue. "Don't call my boss like that," Jirou said irritated but still cold to Nico. "Why wouldn't I call my bestfriend a bitch? Maybe because you don't have friends, that's why you don't know about these kinds of fucking words," Nico said back. "By the way, bitch. I need the documents for that fucking last will. All of it so it can be finalized."

𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻 '𝗼𝗼𝗳' 𝗮𝘀 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹. "Nica." "Ooh...my Zannicus..." 𝗜 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹�

calmer than earlier, Nico mumbles while a chuckle resonates from the other line. "Ahm, what's your name, buddy?" "Nicolo, sir. But they all call me, Nico" promptly, he answers. "Nico, nice name. By the way, do you know why the bad people are trying to get you?" Carefully the man asks. "Maybe because I look like the man with an airplane in the huge picture" he readily explains while staring at the billboard. There was a long pause in the other line, making the boy's brows furrow. Even Marco and Chelsea check the phone if he is still on the line. But the call is still active.

Nico appears at the door about fifteen seconds later, his prompt arrival clearly suggesting that he knew exactly who was in this room, and that he was waiting for the boss to come out before he came to torture me. “Up, princess,” Nico says, sarcastic and leaning against the doorframe, his hands sunk deep in the pockets of his sweatpants. “You’ve got to get ready for work, which today means getting rid of those black circles under your eyes and a great deal of coaching on your story to make sure you deliver it right.” I groan and turn over in the bed, pulling the blankets up over my head. “Fifteen minutes, Bambina!” he says, louder than is necessary.

A smile more of a grin. "Uncle, Auntie, enough!" Chika screams. "Never mind, I don't want you guys to fight again over that bitch!" Without them knowing it, there was a girl who was frozen at the door of the house. She listened to all the conversations that took place in the room. Then the girl cried and continued to cry. "Hey, you ... you dare call Shin a prostitute! She's your cousin, Chika, your attitude is getting worse day by day."