Niko Crying Novels & Stories

“What kind?” “The crying kind.” “Oh. What triggered it?” Nico pointed to the TV. “That commercial. The dog brought the man his slippers.” Lucas reached for tissues. “Babe, it’s an ad for arthritis meds.” “It’s touching!” Nico wailed, tears leaking as he stuffed another olive into his mouth. Lucas kissed his ankle. “You are so beautifully deranged right now.” Nico narrowed his eyes. “Beautiful?” “The most. Even with the tears and olive breath.”

“I believe you got the wrong story.” Nicko squatted beside Gioluca’s bed, struggling to swallow his saliva. He took the old man’s hand in his and looked him in the eyes. When the old man saw Nicko’s sad expression, tears welled up in his eyes, making him appear even frailer than before. From Nicko's eyes, Gioluca knew he had the bad news. And the deep sadness behind Nicko Anderson's eyes clearly showed what had happened to the woman he loved. The old man’s body began to tremble, and his grip on Nicko’s arm tightened before he sobbed, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

He is the most patient and nicest one usually and now even he is done with me. Soon my small tears turned into heavy crying and sobs. It's so silly of me to cry like this but I can't help it... I feel so hurt. I hid my face tightly on the pillow to not let my muffled cries come out and disturb anyone I felt someone rubbing my back up and down smoothly. Is it him? Came here to make it up to me? I looked up slowly, turning back from the bed to see Nico standing right beside me, circling my back. I slowly dried my tears off with the back of my sleeves and looked aside as new ones fell down instantly.

, Nicole chuckles on hearing that. The thought of Nek crying comes to mind, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable at the thought of him crying; he acts so mature that the sight of him crying would be weird. “I can add to my memories that I’ve seen Nicole cry for a movie” Nek laughs, Nicole shoots a death glare at him, “at least no one took a picture” she says smiling at Nek. “I wanted to, but you were really crying; your tears moved me” he says smiling.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” My mouth parts. I want to tell him I’m fine, that I’m just tired, that I want to go home. What comes out is only, “I–” and then I can’t breathe. The word chokes on a sob. My chest heaves, air strangled in my throat. “I…” Tears spill, unstoppable. Niko doesn’t hesitate. One arm close around me, pulling me against his chest. His palm presses to the back of my head, tucking my face into him, hiding my pathetic sobbing.

She saw his brows raised before she hurriedly darted out of the room. Nikos eyes followed her until she was out of sight only to see Joe looking at him after. “What?” He said sharply. “What did you say to her?”he asked. “Nothing.” Niko replied as he shrugged his shoulder. “She was crying. There was tears in her eyes, and you’re telling me that you did not say anything to her Niko? I know you more than that, just let me know what you said to her.” Joe asked. Niko grumbled under his breath, looking towards the door direction before looking back at Joe. Was she really crying? He had just stared the things he wanted to her and she was crying?

He only frowned. “What do you mean? Did Gino say something to you?” asked Hill. I shook my head and gazed out the window. He laughed and messed up my hair. “Oh, f-ck! They’re furious at Young for touching Carter Knight’s princess.” he said as he teased me. I glared at him, but he just grinned, and I returned my gaze to the window.

The sound of an engine drifted through the window sometime after sunset. My body went rigid. A car door closed outside. Moments later, footsteps moved through the corridor with the calm certainty of a man who believed every room belonged to him. The bedroom door opened. Nico entered wearing the same clothes from that morning, his expression unreadable. His eyes found me immediately. I stood beside the window with my arms crossed over my chest. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then his gaze moved across my swollen eyes. “You’ve been crying.” It wasn’t a question.