Nico Robin Personality Novels & Stories

My brows lifted slightly. “Oh,” I said flatly. “How charming.” Nico winced. “He’s… Dante. You know how he is.” “Cold, arrogant, does the thinking with muscle not mind?” “I did not say that,” he replied, and it was to his credit that he did not smile. I did though. A little.

"Give it time. You are strong. I know that. You have survived worst. What worst is he even talking about? Is he bipolar or what? Whatever worst he is talking about, he was the one who orchestrated it He continued speaking. “What are your hobbies? Tell me more." I smiled a little. "I like to cook sometimes. I like simple things. And I enjoy music, especially the old songs my mother played. What makes you happy?" He looked at me. "Seeing someone smile after a hard day. Real smiles. Not fake ones. Do you have dreams for the future?" I felt my chest get tight. We are really going down that line. I just do not understand Nico, he has been weird lately, in a good way. That should have been a good

Nico just scowled at me and let out a huff of air before he spoke. “My name is Nicholas Stone, but I go by Nico. Simon is just a persona I created,” he said, shaking his head like he didn’t like having to explain himself. I’m sure he wasn’t used to it either. He was a king—royalty never had to explain themselves, I suppose. I gave him a stiff nod in response. I was still pissed at him. “Why the grand display of power when we arrived, your majesty?” I asked. He rolled his eyes at me for calling him “your majesty” but he couldn’t very well say anything about it, because he was. Suck it up, buttercup. I have a lot more sarcastic remarks coming your way.

I know, I’m so wild. But no matter what, I’ve kept in touch with Niccolo and Nero. I’ve learned something about them. Niccolo is hiding something. He appears like someone who just discovered something new, but a part of me senses there’s a controlling man hidden behind all his empty facade. He prefers texting over phone calls. Nero is the opposite. He’s a good texter, but the second he thinks I’m free, he’ll call. Video call, phone call, you name it.

"My name is Robin. I don't originally belong here, but that useless system accidentally sends me here instead. My job is to save crazy villainess of the world." Robin decided to come clean and introduced himself to the black cat named, Nero. Somehow he finds relief in talking about his real background and identity to another soul. Ever since he started his quick transmigration, he always has to assume different personalities and live up as them. Being able to live as himself is quite refreshing to say the least. Besides, he doesn't fear that his identity will be leaked by the cat. Base from their conversation just a while ago, there is no one who can understand the cat. Most of all, it was n

"I am. You must be Anastasia Mancini." I nodded and hung on tighter to him, I needed to feel his warmth and let it warm me up. That cold cell got into my bones. “Th.. I'm.. You rescued me. Thank you kind sir.” He gave a little laugh, “Kind sir? My name is Nico and besides… being down was never part of the plan and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.” "Your father....” "Has a temper. And you stabbed him with a pen. Not that I am excusing his behavior."

I said, glancing at my over-the-top expensive ring. “Yeah, it suits you…I guess,” she smiled. “So tell me about him. How is he? I was quite intrigued by him, to be honest. He doesn’t give much away, does he?” “No,” I shook my head. “Nico is very… reserved. He prefers to keep to himself and doesn’t let people in easily.” Including me. It was such a struggle for him to have me in his space, let alone allow me to care for him. But I knew it had to do with whatever shitty past he had and I was determined to mend all his pain with my love one step at a time.

“Nico, enough! I know you like her! Lina isn't that tough and almost didn't even give me a damn chance to prove myself different. Maddie is not like her, and you know it. And another thing: she seemed interested in Raffaele’s approach. Make her angry for real, and I bet she’ll be giving him the chance that should be yours!” “I don't care what she does with her life! And if she wants to stay with that little shit, let her be, then!” Nico thought about talking to Maddie about them going out. Lina was back and all, but when he realized how Maddie was trying to help the other man, his heart immediately froze. Nico didn't get seriously involved with women because he didn't trust that they wanted

Same bronze skin. Same sharp amber eyes. But while Robin is witty and outspoken, her brother is the exact opposite. He’s quiet and brooding, his sharp jawline giving him a naturally intense look. “Say ‘hello’ to our sister-in-law right fucking now,” Robin snaps, elbowing him goodnaturedly in the ribs. Nick doesn’t even flinch. His eyes finally drift to me, and I feel a familiar shiver skitter down my spine. It’s the same shiver I feel when Harlan looks at me.

“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.