Nika Vicious Novels & Stories

Alex sighed, shook her head, then walked out. She took quite a number of sisters with her to the ice cave. When they entered the ice cave, she saw some other warriors surrounding a purple haired woman lying naked on the ground, unconscious. Alex eyes widened at huge dark scars all over Violet's skill. She ran passed the sisters and sat in front of an unconscious Violet, placing a finger in front of her nose. It was faint.. A tear rolled down her cheek at the scar-covered skin. None of her body had a skin spot and it tugged on Alex's heart.

“and this is my vicious brother” This can't be！ His subconscious mind screamed, no！ this should be a dream. This can't be Sharon, but she called him vicious, the same name she use to tease him with. He was tense. Sharon ！” He called her. “how did you know my real name ？” she asked with a frown. Juliet scoffed. “you mean Agnes isn't your real name ？” Juliet asked in disbelieve. She nodded “listen Juliet, it's a long story”.

she completed her studies along with handling business she got many awards as best business tycoon at young age but none of those changed her everyone waiting for a mile stone in her life to change her but god is not going easy on this little girl but a single moment changed her life a slap turned her fate that is the first time she showed a emotion atleast anger that day changed everything in her life she became a obsession of cruel mafia lord MARCELLO AURTHUR the fierce lioness became a kitten of this cruel mafia king let's see what happened in the past that made viranica as obsession of a cruel mafia king.......

She gave me her sweetest smile before turning her attention to Vincent. “So you're the poor man given to this beast.” Vincent smiled awkwardly. “I guess so. The name's Vincent.” Vivienne extended her hand. “Vivienne. Business partner of Luciano and, unfortunately for him, his friend.” Vincent took her hand, his brows lifting. “Friend?” “Nice soirée you're hosting this time. Better than the last,” I said, poking at her. “Don't even dare.” She grabbed a drink from one of the passing waiters and downed it. “I don't want to remember that event.”

VIOLET Nicholas looked at me with hungry brown eyes, the golden swirls in them making my skin tingle in anticipation. I could spent my whole life getting drunk on them, they were so beautiful, my warm heaven. His fingers held my wrists captive above my head as he brought his free hand to the column of my throat. The back of his knuckles traced my throbbing pulse and he leaned down to place a flitting kiss there. “You smell so fûcking sweet, princess.”

I mumbled. She just smirked, "Oh don't worry about that ugly ass mule. I can handle him." My eyebrows shot up at the insult before I found myself smiling. "What's your name?" "Oh, right! Sorry, where are my manners? My name is Veronica Irv Septa." I took her hand, "But you can call me Nica," She grinned at me. Septa. Daughter of the Head Warrior then. "Zannicus Zer Zor-Ester. You can call me Zannicus or Nicus."

I push it away. “Hi, Lucky, I’m Vinnie.” I give her a blank look, like that means anything to me. She giggles, “sorry you might have heard Nico refer to me as Veronica. His assistant.” She extends her hand, I take it. Yeah, I bet he’s fucked his assistant. “Nico expressed I came to take care of you for a couple of days whilst he takes care of business back in the city. Shall we?” Shall we? Her clipped British accent irritates me, in fact the way her tight ass moves in those ridiculous jodhpurs irritates me. Why couldn’t Nico have some fat, older, woman with a chin wort looking after him, not this stunning English rose?

~NICO~ The bass from downstairs shakes the floor beneath my feet. And I can still hear her. I’m fucking done, Vescari. She fought recklessly. No — she fought emotionally. Held the submission too long. Because she wanted to humiliate her opponent the way she felt humiliated. Exposed her ribs, twice. And she wanted applause for that? “Cristo.” {Christ.} She stood there smiling at me. Waiting. For what? Approval? A gold star?

He stood up and walked away. She laid there, still holding her breath for a few minutes before she got up and went to her father who was already dead. She made a call and before help arrived she cried her heart out. When help arrived Sachi was part of it, and she lost it on the spot. The scream of loss and pain and she turned violent on everyone. That was when she went mad. The name mad one was formed. Unfit to rule the gang. And all eyes turned to the youngest. Sachi was bound to her bed while everything took place. Her training and everything. No one knew if she’d ever be normal again.

Chapter 12 Wild Kissing Inside the glass building, Vanilla squealed, her body shaking violently, and could barely breathe properly. Her thighs were wrapped around Nick's waist, her arms were wrapped around his neck while her face was in the crook of his neck. In all his life that he could remember, he had only ever seen tigers on television. Maybe he'd seen one at the zoo when he was a kid, but he didn't remember it.