Niko Crying Novels & Stories

“I thought you were the best. Are you sure you’re even a Nero? As a mechanic and a Nero surely you would have found a way to fix this by now.” I know he can’t control what he’s saying, but his words still sting me right in the heart. “You’re going to do more damage than good if you keep pummeling it like a Neanderthal,” I growl at Valen. His eyes rip back to me again, and his hands finally freeze. He stands there, frozen, for a good six breaths, and I see the expression in his eyes begin to soften. He blinks. And then he blinks again, four times fast.

But I stand my ground. “Did you suddenly turn into a zombie?” Nico mocks, stopping for a moment as he swings the sword in his hand around. “No.” Nico stops walking and raises a brow. “The mute finally found his voice?” “And it iss... thuh laast yoo will hee-ur.” I give in to the rage, and… scream.

“I know. And it sucks. It’s going to suck for a long time.” I cried harder. Not pretty tears. Real, snotty, choking sobs that made my whole body hurt. Nico just held me through it, one hand in my hair, the other steady on my back. He didn’t try to fix it. He didn’t tell me to be strong. He just let me fall apart.

He said, in annoyance, "Because you never just call to check on your little handsome brother, do you?" I rolled my eyes, I don't think I will ever get used to his weird, over-dramatic self, "Anyway," I stressed out, my eyes on Natalie's car, that's still in its parking spot, "What are," I cleared my throat, "What are you supposed to do when a girl cries?" "What?" He asked, ever so cluelessly, "Hold on, who is crying? Who did you make cry? For god's sake Nikolas, what the hell did you do?"

My head hurts too bad to come up with an excuse. “I know you are working with my son,” Nico says cooly. “I just needed the proof.” “I am not working with Deimos,” I sob. “I swear it.” “You can drop the act,” Nico rolls his eyes. I curl my knees into my chest and wrap my arms around my legs. I don’t know what to say to Nico to get him to believe me. “Are you going to kill me?” I ask quietly. Nico steps toward the bars but is careful not to touch them. I can only assume they are made of silver.

I can’t stop myself from crying. “Ahsoka please look at me, it’s Nico. Your father is not here. Ryan is not here. You are safe.” “No, it’s not real. He’s tricking me. Just hit me and get it over with.” “My little flower please, just look at me.” I slowly lift my head towards the voice that is pleading with me. It takes me a second to register it is Nico. I look behind him towards the door and I see his mother who has her hand to her mouth, silently crying along with Nico’s siblings. Dimitri is standing behind Nico and I can see tears in his eyes as well.

The double fullness was overwhelming; overstimulation built fast, tears leaking from her eyes. Nico knelt at her head, fisting her hair, feeding his cock past her lips. “Look at you,” he rasped, voice thick. “Stuffed so full—perfect little holes taking two cocks like they were made for it. Cry for us, toy. Let us hear how ruined you are already.”

I just projectile vomited in front of my men and couldn't care less. The panic attack I had last night? That was worse anyway. "Must've been the sedative," Niko murmurs, wiping the tears from my cheeks with careful fingers like I'm made of porcelain. "You okay, baby?" "No. Please smother me with a pillow." He lets out a dry laugh, one corner of his mouth twitching. "Let's maybe skip the death jokes for a bit, yeah? Still kinda raw." "I'll try," I mutter. "No promises."

Lina’s POV I just couldn’t wrap my head around everything that was unfolding this morning. “Lina, are you okay?” Nico asked as he switched off the gas, turning his full attention to me. “Nico, I… I… I…” My words failed me as tears began to fall. How is this even possible? I thought bitterly. I sank onto a nearby stool, sobbing uncontrollably. “Lina, Lina… whoa, whoa—what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked, confusion settling across his face.

Kieran tried again, a little more firmly this time, carefully prying at Nico’s grip. Nico resisted. His jaw locked so tightly that blood seeped where his teeth had cut into the inside of his cheek. “Hellcat wouldn’t die like this,” he choked out. “He wouldn’t.” His voice broke. “He can’t…” Kieran closed his eyes for the briefest moment. “He would never…” The words dissolved into a sob. Nico shook uncontrollably, refusing to loosen his hold. Then— A sound rolled through the night. Low. Ancient.