Nico Robin Powers Novels & Stories

James waited in the hall patiently. Standing aside, Nico did not ask questions and silently looked around the hall. He would love to understand the Ancestral Scripts engraved on the walls, but he was only a Fifth Heaven Grand Emperor and could not comprehend the words. Nico looked at Emperor Jabari’s blurred silhouette and turned to James, asking, “James, what’s this powerhouse’s background?”

Just like her father. Right then, Nick comes inside, asking, "You're still not ready?" "No, first I needed to ready Naro. Is your work done?" I ask back, peering up at him softly. "Yeah. Now I'll take care of her. You get ready, okay?" Saying that he comes to hold Naro in his arms. He picks her up and pastes a kiss on her chubby cheeks. He then goes to sit on the bed. I watch him with narrowed eyes.

Damon. She turned, her heart hammering. He emerged from the shadows, eyes narrowed, expression unreadable. “You’ve been using it,” he said, voice tense. “You shouldn’t.” “I—what do you mean?” Her words faltered. “You don’t understand what this is,” he said, taking a step closer. “This power… it’s dangerous. Not just for you, but for everyone around you. The pack, your life, mine.” “Then help me understand,” she demanded, her voice stronger than she expected. The glow around her wrists flared brighter, almost defiant.

'Yeah she's right on my bed" I wanted to say but I'm not the one to brag about fucking a woman. "Yeah. And where is she?" I pretend not to know her location. "She's been under our fucking nose for all these past months." Nico sound exhausted. "She is a show girl at Euphoria and Sin" he continues to tell. "I'll handle it Nicz.. You go continue your fucking whatever session and by the way thank you for letting me know. I already have her" I said and ended the call. I turn around and walk towards the chair in the corner of the room. I sat down rolling my sleeves up. I then pull out my two guns and place them on the table. I know of them is unloaded while the other one is loaded.

Nico’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine. “Cara mia, just looking at you undoes me,” he murmured. “And if I win...” “Then?” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Nico leaned closer and brushed his thumb against my lip. “Then I am going to fuck you over the snooker table,” he whispered. “But first, I am going to watch you touch yourself…I want you to be dirty and a bad, bad girl.” My mouth hung open, everything south of my belly clenching.

Not tonight. I stepped outside into the driveway, to see Nico leaned against one of his black SUV, a joint glowing between his fingers as thin smoke drifted up into the dark. He did not turn when my footsteps approached. He kept his eyes fixed on the gate like the shadows out there held better company than I did. I stopped a few feet away and shoved my hands deeper into my pockets. “She came out of your office looking like someone ran her over with a truck.” He took a slow pull from the joint, holding it in before letting the smoke roll out. “Good. Maybe this time something will actually get through that thick head of hers.”

Nico whispered in my ear as he pressed it on my p*ssy and I moaned in pleasure. "Just give me the damn d*ck,Nico"I grumbled and he chuckled arrogantly. In a swift movement, Nico turned me around and made me bend over to the table. He held both my hands on my back, restricting my movement.I struggled to get free but he was way stronger than me.He bent over as well and nibbled on my earlobe.

Then he nodded once, stepped past me, and walked away without looking back. Robin was in poor condition. One of his eyes was blackened and his lip was busted. The whipping had left marks across his back and shoulders visible even from the doorway. He was slumped forward in the chair with his wrists bound behind him. But his eyes were open and when I entered, he looked at me directly. Nolan stepped forward. "You are going to tell us who you are working with," Nolan said. "You can do that now or you can do it after another few hours in this room. Either way the outcome is the same. The only thing that changes is how long you spend here first."

All eyes are glued to her. “Hi,” Nico says, walking over to her with an extended hand, “I’m Niccolò, but my friends call me Nico.” She looks uncertain as she takes his hand. I almost want to roll my eyes. How does she pull off all these personalities? At one time she’s combative and sarcastic, another a seducer, but now, she is a fragile doll. “Corina.” “I know.” Rico strides over to stand next to Nico. “Enrico. You can call me Rico.”

"...is an asset." Nico’s eyes gleamed, he understood. He lowered the gun. "You heard her," Nico said to the Senator. "He lives." The Senator collapsed in relief, sobbing. "Thank you, thank you." Nico stepped closer, leaning down until he was face-to-face with the Senator. "But listen to me, Thorne," Nico whispered, his voice sharp. "From this day forward, you belong to the De Lucas, your vote is my vote. Your power is my power and if your son ever ever—steps foot in my city again..."