Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo Novels & Stories

“He’d know my encryption. He’d know how to mess with the system to make it look like I was the one who leaked it.” “Frame you.” “Exactly.” Marco rubbed the bridge of his nose. “So we’re looking at a ghost with access to international servers, ties to the De Luca data, and a personal vendetta against you. Great.” I tried to keep my voice steady. “Do you know his name?” Nikolai paused, then said, “Sergei Antonov.” Just hearing that name sent a chill through me. I’d come across it before—whispered in Verona, buried in my father's files. A man with no identity, no official records, just rumors.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

“ See you soon, Brianna, “ he said as he got up to leave. “ It is Mrs. Trentino to you, sir, “ I said to him. “ Oh, Brianna. It’s funny how you think that I would ever call you that. “ I almost threw my pen at him. He was downright a nuisance. Maybe other women found him attractive because he was physically. But when it came to me, I hated the way he tossed around women. He didn’t have a single bone in him capable of respect for women. I buzzed Corinna after he left. “ Be careful with that man. By now, he has gone through all women in Milan. He is a casanova and is incapable of settling down, okay? Next time he comes tell him I’m not around. “ I said to her. Corinna laughed when I said that

Luna Katerina read the paper a few times before glaring at her mother who looked down at her feet “who left this?” “He gave me the choice years ago, and I chose to leave, pretending that you died…” “I asked a bloody question” Luna Katerina asked, growing protective. “His name is Domenico Mancini, the last of the Lycan elders” Alpha Anthony said, sensing the tension in the air “and he wants you dead, Katerina…”

I choked. Nico sucked on his thumb. "My name is Nicola Alecc Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera." He said proudly. "It is nice to meet you, Ijjy." It was adorable how he could say his name so perfectly, but had problem saying mine. I smiled down at him. "It is nice to meet you too, Nicola." He grinned at me, then at Mariano and went with Meela to what I supposed was his room. I didn't have it in me to look at Mariano. His hands fisted in my hair, and he turned my head sideways to make me look at him.

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

Was her eyes playing tricks on her or was the light skinned, brooding stranger really there? The trance they had subjected themselves to was broken by a cough from one of over 170 students, a light skinned boy with chestnut hair who looked nothing older than 24, making him probably three years older than Clara and 6 years younger than Lucian. Lucian broke the stare, “Just take a seat. Never repeat this.” He commanded dismissing her, the painful hiss of the microphone following his words.

I didn't even try to stop her. I stood still, like a fool. Until I heard the footsteps behind me. “Nice show,” Alessandro muttered, falling into step beside me. “You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.”

“And you can give them proper burials, give their families heartfelt condolences, as soon as the sun sets and I am fully free of this attempted trap.” He sinks down in the armchair, cradling his head on his propped up fist. “That bit of blood really hit the spot and curbed the hunger pangs, so thank you for that. Still, I am in serious need of some fucking sleep, so keep it down and don’t go injuring yourself, Nico…” My eyes darken with warning the second his lips start to form the name. “Nicorati.” he corrects, speaking my full name with a roll of the tongue and a widening smile. He clearly still finds it amusing, absurd. “Don't look at me like that. You can't deny it is a... peculiar name.