Niko Bellic Quotes Novels & Stories

"Consider it done, but it might take some time." Niko leaned back, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "No pressure, we'll take him out nice and slow. Make him suffer." "Fast and hard is more fun," Scott chimed in, his grin matching Niko's. Lorenzo let out a dry breath, "It's also reckless and dangerous. With all the heat from the FBI, I think Niko's plan is smarter." I turned to Lorenzo, "You of all people I know, know that sometimes you need to make a statement, and sometimes that statement needs to be loud and clear. But for now, we'll play it Niko's way. I'll bleed Armando dry from the inside."

"Men like you blessed with all that fine leg, are always the first to crack a joke about my height. But often I find that they're the ones who—ah—need to overcompensate more than the rest of us." Niko tossed a dagger up in the air so he could grab his crotch lewdly, mocking us with a few rocking thrusts before catching it with an entertainer's flourish. "But to answer your question: am I afraid? No. But am I foolish enough to think two on one are good enough odds? You must not know me." "And who exactly are you?" His arrogance was enough to wear most men's patience thin, but it was even more of a slight when he'd acted as though he was my better with my brother's still blood coating his hand

Moreover, the effects of Nicko's attack can be felt until now. But he realized that it was impossible to beat Nicko, and he also had no courage to take any action other than sneering, "That's because there are intelligent people who understand the situation at hand. Such a person also has an extraordinary ability to adapt to various situations. As for you, what can you do? Don't be too proud if you can defend yourself. This doesn't mean you're already great, huh. This world is harsh! Then you must be careful in all your actions, so you don't take a wrong step later!"

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV "Luca, you need to step in," Nico insisted while scanning the group. "Why should I be the one to go? " I questioned, taking off my jacket to show my T-shirt. "Because it’s less likely you'll get hurt," Nico joked. Wow, he was correct. His reasoning made sense, even if he had a bit to drink.

“now take a deep breath. Your heart si beating too fast.” “fuck I’m so pissed off… he swore he will haunt you.. shit, I hate this..” Nico chuckled. “I don’t believe in ghosts.” “I do. A resentful person has a lot of negative energy Nico. I don’t want anything happening to you.” Nico gently kissed his chapped lips. “Nothing will happen to me. I will be with you forever.”

He shook his head, chuckling. Exactly what Clinton said. It should be blasphemous that a sex god like me can’t even get hard. An abomination to society! “Seems like someone has you wrapped around their fingers,” he commented, seemingly amused. “I, Nikolai Carrington, won’t allow myself to get wrapped in anyone’s fingers.” “Hmmm… whatever helps you sleep at night, Niko. Whatever helps you sleep,” he chanted, full of sarcasm. Even my own dick had betrayed me.

I grumbled, groaning inwardly. I fucking wish there was a way to kill that son of a fucking gun without causing any problem for myself or for my brothers. Niko cracked his knuckles, and I stared at his hands. They were just as rough as mine. "I appreciate you trying to look out for me. Thank you for not giving up on me, but..." He grumbled, palming his face. "You shouldn't have messed with the Bratva clan. This shit will fucking lead to war."

“You are the villain.” Nico’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he closed the distance between us. The air between us felt charged, like a storm about to break. “Villain?” he repeated, his voice low but laced with venom. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not just the villain—I’m the one who decides if you leave here alive.” I stiffened but refused to look away. “If you think you can scare me, you’re wrong.” A humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned in, his face inches from mine. “Scare you? Beth, you’re already scared. You just don’t want to admit it.”

A command. “Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her. Now” The words echo through the school like a gunshot. Alessandro lets out a sharp laugh, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “And who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?” he asks. Nico’s lips curve…..not into a smile, but into something that makes the air drop ten degrees colder. “The last person you want to piss off.” Gasps ripples through the crowd.

“I appreciate you worrying about me, Gianna but there is nothing that can be done. This is a part of my life and there are no guarantees. I can die tomorrow or I could be celebrating my hundredth birthday. There are endless possibilities.” “Then teach me how to shoot and all that and then I will protect you,” I said even if it sounded ridiculous as fuck. Nico chuckled at that, shaking his head. And it was such a sweet sound. “Are you mocking me?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Would I dare?” he smirked, brushing stray tendrils away from my face. “You just did,” I breathed. “How should I punish you for that Signor?” “You tell me,” Nico murmured, pulling me closer. “How may I make up for that? Sh