Nico Will Novels & Stories

Nico pulled the burner out—slow, deliberate—and powered it on. The screen lit up plain and unassuming. He opened the group chat labeled **No Spectacle**. Four names stared back. He hesitated—thumb hovering—then typed the first message he’d ever sent them. **Nico:** I’m going to the party. With you. All of you. But I’m not dancing. Not yet. Just… there. He hit send before he could overthink it. The phone buzzed almost instantly. Elara’s grin was slow and wicked as she checked her own burner.

“That’s the whole point.” “She will…” I said, my voice hard. “I will make her. I affect her in some way…just need to play my cards right.” “And what about Nico?’ she rolled her eyes. “He will be dead soon,” I shrugged. “I will make sure of that.” “I really can’t change your mind, can I?” she sighed, rubbing her face. “No.” “Then I'd better drop the news I have and leave…” she grumbled. “Nico has called an impromptu meeting of his capos tomorrow. There has been a sudden meeting a few days back, too, but with Leo and Xavier.”

“That’s not right. You promised—” Lorenzo’s gaze cut to him, cool and impassive, silencing the objection with a single look. “Next year, Nico.” Nico’s fists tightened, the whites of his knuckles showing as he held his ground, fury sparking in his eyes. He held Lorenzo’s stare, his voice low and edged with a barely controlled bitterness. “Careful, Lorenzo.” The words were soft, almost a murmur, but there was no mistaking the darkness behind them. He didn’t wait for a response, only cast Elena a last, lingering look before he turned sharply and strode out, the heavy door slamming behind him.

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

Nico: Open wide for me baby Nico: I want you sucking on my balls… licking my ass A shivering groan escapes me while I picture it… Sitting astride my shoulders, dragging the wet head of his cock all over my lips. Riding my face… Nico: I’m FaceTiming you. Right now. Sitting up on my elbows, I frantically brush my hair back, jittering nervously as I swipe to answer. “Hi.” His head slants, and my teeth clench, holding on to my forced scowl for dear life. “What do you want…?” I grumble, cheeks heating beneath his gaze over the phone screen.

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.

"I'll cook something. You need to eat to gather strength." Nico just nodded slowly. However, his mind drifted far away, imagining Celine who was now the center of media attention, adored for her success in taking over William's company. Not to mention the rumors about her closeness with other billionaires that made his heart feel like it was being stabbed. Suddenly Nico's cell phone rang. He picked it up reluctantly, hoping it wasn't more bad news. "Mr. Nicolas?" The voice on the other end sounded formal, yet firm. "Yes, it's me," Nico replied briefly.

"Set up a meeting on Friday, I want them to know who's really in charge. Tell them if they want to make real money, not the scraps Rudy gives them, then they should hear me out." "Why Friday?" Nico pauses, takes the last step on the stairs before speaking, "I am going out of town this night with Gianna, need to clear my head." "Hold up wait- hold the fuck up, nah bro, it's impossible." "What's impossible?" Nico chuckles. "Have you seen her? That girl is way to hot to have fallen for charms, hell no." Jamal says in disbelief. "Well, I am pretty charming." He smugly says.

"Nicole was derived from the Greek, masculine name Nicolas." "You're smart." She flashed me a smile. "Is this thing about Nicolas being a biblical name true?" "Uhm," I said, heart racing for reasons best known to no one. "Yes, he was chosen by the multitude of the disciples to be one of the first seven ecclesiastics, and he was ordained by the apostles in the book of Acts chapter six verse five." "Ecclesiastics?" "Deacons." "Smart, I like you." She wore an expression of tenderness.

“You must have lost your mind, Nico! Do you think I will still go ahead with mating with her?” Nico’s eyes turned red, and he looked like he was going to pass out from shock as he stared at me. Then ever so slowly, his shock turned to anger, and he fisted his hands. “I have helped you too much! My niece has to become the Luna! I don’t care how you do it! But she must!” he growled where he stood. I nodded my head and turned to Edna. “You see how selfish he is… he wants power,” I said with a wave of my hands. “And he doesn’t care if we are going to be sinning or not. All he wants is the power.”