Nico X Will Novels & Stories

Nadia mumbled to herself and looked toward the stage. "E must be a fan of Eric," Nico said with certainty. "His background photo on his phone is also of Eric Santos." "Oh… I am no longer in contact with E. Nico, don't trouble him in the future." "Just because you two have split up, it won't affect me playing games with him, right?" Nico was unhappy about it. "It's not like I play games every day. Nadia, you don't have to control me so strictly, right?" "Let's go back! Dad is waiting for us outside," Nadia said and pulled Nico away.

ugly, or Nico doesn’t even look back as he makes his way to the door behind me. I hear it slam shut and my heart drops. Well, there goes my only chance at escaping this. I hear Xander grunt in disapproval. “If he doesn’t want in on the fun, then that’s his loss.”, he growls, a malicious scowl darkening his features with promise of retribution. I would have felt bad for Nico… if he didn’t leave me alone with this monster and his minion. Xander tries to hold my face and shove his hard cock into my mouth again but when I don’t budge, he releases me.

I wiggled my eyebrow and stood up. "Anytime girl." "Where is Falla girl?" I asked where is Nico his boyfriend. "He is doing for some phone files that will launch this year." I nodded. They are the most famous techno and they launch a phone every year. "Meet me in the living room tomorrow. 7 am sharp so I can guide you there." He stated firmly. I walked over to him and hugged him like a brother. " Thank you Josh." I mumbled. He is like my brother.

"You want something to drink?" "Water," Nico said too fast. "Cold, please." Lucas opened the fridge and passed him a bottle. Nico took it, his fingers brushing Lucas’s. He nearly dropped it. Lucas sat across from him, watching. "I haven’t heard from Vincenzo either," he said. "Believe me. If I had, you would know." Nico nodded. Then stood up, pacing a little. "I just... hate not knowing. Noel’s not just some guy. He’s... he’s my person."

A chill runs over my flesh, the thump in my nuts reminding me of how many days it’s been since I came. And then my mind slithers back to the memory of the last time I came... And what was happening to me when it occurred. I bite my lip, my dick already stiffening up good from remembering. But I force myself to stand firm and reply. Enzo: That doesn’t work if we’re not filming, dickwad. Nico: Who says I can’t upload this stuff for the fans? Nico: It’ll be even better if you send me a video…

Somewhere else, Nico sat in a car that wasn’t his and let a plan he hated breathe air until it got tired. “Tomorrow?” Sasha said, eyes on the map pinned above the sideboard. “Gym,” Vince said. “Inventory,” Marco added. “Hydrangeas,” she said, because the joke had become a charm. “And,” Vince said, voice going softer, “we add something.” “What?” “Fifteen minutes where you don’t perform for anyone,” he said. “No father, no fiancé, no enemies, no us. You sit and you belong to yourself.”

"You must have forgotten that your mama never gave birth to anyone after you. Last I checked, we don't share blood, and we damn sure don't share respect." Leo and Xavier chuckled darkly beside me, appreciating the verbal jab. I crossed my arms over my chest, making my body language clear: he wasn't welcome here, and this conversation was going to be short. "Why are you here, Nico? You didn't come to admire the rink or scout our practice. So cut the crap and tell me what you want. I don't have time for your games." "Well," Nico said, his smile widening into something that looked almost genuine but felt completely hollow, "I came bearing a peace offering. Something to make you smile before the

"And I'll come see you every weekend." She nods, satisfied with our new arrangement. I can feel Xan's gaze drilling into the side of my face. He's waiting for Hannah and me to finish our conversation so that he can pull me aside and bombard me with questions. 'This isn't you, Niko' I can hear his voice echo in my head. As if I don't know that. This isn't like me at all. As soon as my conversation with Hannah winds down, Xan steps in. He clears his throat. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Once Nico looked at Angelo, the father nodded. Nico rolled his eyes. Nik rose to her feet, went to her purse. When she came back, she had a multi-tool from her purse in her hand. The knife on it, I had reason to know, was sharp enough to cut paper in one swipe. Everyone looked at me. I looked at Willow. Held my hand out. She looked up at me, a question in her eyes. I leaned down to her ear. "Scratch me." Her cheeks flamed. She shook her head. "They'll think I'm a psycho."

Concrete walls at all dimensions, cameras watching every single movement. The armed men inspect me and salute me. “Sir Nico.” And just like that my ‘friends with everyone’ masks slip on. “I have told you countless times, just call me Nico.” They barely blink. Alright. Tough crowd. I walk through the corridors, before branching into what I assume is Leto’s office, she and Xavier co-runs the Nexus, a powerful mafia chain. When I push the door open, I am not surprised to find them here. Xavier is on Leto’s couch, tearing through a packet of chips, while Malakai is leaning against the wall, Leto on the other hand has her laptop powered on her lap. “Nice of you to join us, fuckface.”