Nico Robin Personality Novels & Stories

"It's such a fucking mess. I feel like an idiot telling anyone. Especially someone I just met. You're going to think I'm an immature idiot. Or crazy." "I promise, I won't," I replied, laughing. "Pinky promise. Tell me. Really. I need a distraction." "Okay, okay." She settled in her chair, folding her legs up beneath her. "Nico is my brother Kyle's best friend.1 I've known him as long as I can remember. And when I was sixteen or so, I started to realize that Nico was everything I wanted in a man. He was always sweet to me. He was funny. He treated me like I was more than just a little girl. And . . ." She sighed, her eyes closing. "He's the most beautiful man in the world. Maybe in the entire

“My life felt like it was always on the brink of death. That man will have you doing things you never thought possible for the most insane reasons.” “Really?” I asked. “So that’s what he’s like? That’s his whole demeanour?” Nico looked at me like he couldn’t believe I was even asking. “I get that you have met him,” he said dryly, "Unfortunately." I snorted softly despite myself. “Fair,” he responded. “Just a little advice,” he continued, his tone more serious now. “Cassio can act all cool and polite, and Cara can be charming and sweet and so pretty.”

CHAPTER 11 Sutton “I’ve created a monster,” Nico chirped happily as we tore through boutique after boutique. Nico (Mark’s personal shopper) and I were getting along like a house fire. He was unlike any man I had ever met before. His fashion sense was on point and he was funny as hell. A little over five foot nine and slender, Nico was terribly attractive, and I was intimidated by him at first.

His fiery orange hair was falling perfectly, even though I just watched him run his hand through it. His smile reached his eyes and accentuated his high cheekbones. He had no facial hair and rippling muscles. He was built much like the other brother’s. I figured most people loved him though, because of his personality. He was hilarious, always cracking jokes and laughing. I noticed how his hair truly complimented his newly blood red eyes with a tint of bronze. I saw Nico next. He was sitting with Amethyst in his arms. They both looked happy, which made me sad.

he gave Nyx an approving nod— “you made the perfect choice. Finally becoming a man, huh?” I smirked, shaking his hand. “You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be resting.” He chuckled, then turned to Nyx. “And you, young lady, are even prettier in person.” Nyx smiled softly. “Thank you, Mr. Rob. It’s nice to finally meet you.” “Please,” he waved a hand, “just Rob. ‘Mr.’ makes me sound old.” I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. That’s Rob—the oldest of my men. Fierce. Ruthless. Loyal to the bone. Sometimes too damn stubborn for a man without legs.

’ Poppy noticed Robin's eyelashes were slightly wet, indicating that her guess was correct. Robin Luciano, the future mafia head of the Luciano family, who is said to be very influential in the mafia world, frequently speaks rudely and cruelly to her, making it difficult to hold back tears just from watching a family drama! “What the hell are you doing?! You want to find an opportunity close to me while I can't see you clearly in the dark, huh?” Robin's voice was as intense as a pounding in his chest. “Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly.”

"Why does it taste like nothing?" "Because you're the one holding back," Robin said simply. "Alcohol doesn't work on a man who won't let himself get drunk." Nick gave a hollow smile. "Robin...have you ever actually liked someone?" Robin snorted. "Do I look like the kind of idiot who'd volunteer for that kind of suffering?" "Fair point." Nick nodded. "You're too smart for that." "So?" Robin asked. "You really fell for Eleanor?" "I don't know." Nick lifted a hand to his chest, brushing the spot over his heart as if testing the pain. "I just know it feels...empty."

"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

Nico Being with Lucky last night was enlightening and she didn’t fight me on anything, in fact she was almost polite, accommodating, sweet. Yes, Lucky Gianluca showed a softer side of herself. It took me by surprise and I learnt some things do. She likes the color black, probably why she wears it a lot, she has a thing for dark, brooding older men apparently. Sets me in good positioning wouldn’t you say with my almost jet black hair, my broody grumpy personality not to mention I am ten years older than her. Today, this morning I feel like I am forty years older than her.

Again, Nico helped them make money and for the whole month since his release, he had been working hard every day, so everyone had a decent impression of him. “Nico is an honest man. He might be an ex-convict, but I believe he’s good now.” “Hendrick always gives Nico a hard time, maybe because of his record and because Nico’s brother used to be the ex-village chief. Nico, however, doesn’t really care about Hendrick.” “Nico is hardworking and honest, but you suspect he’s responsible for the village chief’s disappearance? Why don’t you assume that the village chief got lost in the woods?”