Nico Will Novels & Stories

"Bitch, I customize it! Try to lend it to the child and then you'll be strangled. Also, don't ever lose that." "Stupid, I didn't borrow that to him. I just don't really know where I put it and how he got it." "Bitch! Don't be such a fool because you have that crown. And I don't want to get that." "Why can't I hear Nicko there? Aren't you two together?" "Nicko has a mall show today. You know the man is an actor so it's very likely that there will be a show. I think his new movie will be released soon."

Vince’s cynical smile showed how much he was enjoying teasing Nico. [1]What the fuck is this?

He offers me a strange smile before he taps the microphone with his fingers. “Good evening,” Nico begins his speech. “I would like to thank everyone who came to celebrate my son, Deimos, tonight. Unfortunately, he won’t be joining us tonight, but his new Luna, Elizabeth Wilks, is here to celebrate.” Nico gestures toward me, and a weak applause travels through the crowd. “I trust that you will make her welcome,” Nico says to the crowd. Nico walks off the stage, and the music begins to play. Couples return to the dance floor, but the mood in the room is still somber. This isn’t like the parties that were held at the Moonstone Pack. Those parties were always full of joy and celebration.

Nikolas smiled and hugged her from behind. “I’ll take you up on that,” he whispered in her ears. A throat cleared from the doorway and he released her, almost startled. The two female attendants grinned at them as they stood near the door. “Time to get ready,” said one of them in a sing-song tone. Nikolas smiled and turned towards Brooklyn. “I want the first look. So after you get ready, meet me near the koi pond in the lawn,” he said with a smile. Brooklyn gaped at him. Will there be enough time for a first look?

Vincent got to dance with my mate, while I stood on the sidelines watching like a fool. “Now that—” Nico began appreciatively from where he remained sitting and swirling his glass of wine, “—is a luna if I ever saw one. Good thinking Diablo. You’re going to need her for what’s to come. With a woman like that, you could rule the world.” I looked at Nico, surprised by his statement.

"You think you know him because he told you about the three men? There's so much more you don't know. Things that would make you sick." "Then tell me." "Where's the fun in that? Let him confess himself. See if he's brave enough." Nico walked away, laughing. In the car, Alessandro stared out the window. "What else did you do?" "Nothing that matters now." "Nico seems to think it matters." "Nico wants to drive a wedge between us. Don't let him." I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. "Tell me the truth. What else?"

“You fight over me, over what I mean to him, over control — and you forget what matters. You’re destroying yourselves. I won’t let it happen!” Nico’s grip on my shoulder loosened slightly, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. For the first time, he hesitated, unsure whether to continue the fight or listen to me. Luca’s smirk faded. “Bold,” he said quietly. Then, with a swift motion, he turned and bolted toward the nearest exit — disappearing into the shadows. I barely had time to register it before Nico released a sharp breath. “He’s gone,” I whispered. Nico turned toward me, every muscle still coiled. “This isn’t over,” he said softly. “He won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

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.”

“Ou⁠r family has been torn apart by your actions. But you still have a chance to fix it. This wre⁠tched woman needs to‍ be burie‌d, tonight.” My heart stopped. My stomach dropp⁠ed as if filled with l⁠ead. Nico moved betwee⁠n me and her, s‍hield⁠ing me. E‌very instinct in me screamed that he would n⁠ever let her harm me yet t‌he fear that she cou‍ld still fin‌d a way to ruin e‍verything made my knees wea‍k. “We have a deal with Falc‍one,” Nico said. “I intend to keep it. When h‌e han‌ds h‍imself over tomorrow, I w⁠ill send Lila home.”

“Tell me, don’t you miss me?” I turned my head just in time, and his lips grazed my cheek instead of my mouth. My voice came out sharper than I intended. “What do you want this time? Don’t tell me you expect me to poison Jace again.” “Relax,” Nico chuckled. “That’s over. The championship was the revenge I needed. For now, I couldn’t care less about him.” His eyes glittered as he trailed a finger along my thigh. “But you, you’re another story.”