Niko Oneshot Novels & Stories

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

Noah walked up and down the aisle as he talked, stopping next to me as he looked at everyone. Niko was looking around at the others and his body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes widened when he felt fingers running through his fur. He slowly raised his head and looked up at Noah who wasn't even looking at him. Noah's side leaned against us as he spoke to everyone. His fingers ran through our fur along our neck, and down our back absent-mindedly. Niko blinked as he stared up at Noah. He couldn't believe someone was touching him. His eyes slowly closed, and his head leaned into his hand as Noah began scratching Niko behind the ear.

Nico let his eyes fall to the gun, tracing the black steel, feeling his fingers tingle, hearing them call out for him, sweat popping from his forehead; he swallowed. He knew one touch was all it took. He glared at Noah, standing from his desk, "Get this away from me." And Noah did just that. Nico stood face-to-face with the grey walls of his office. "You need to get a leash on yourself, boss," he heard Noah, who now felt close, say, "She's getting the hang of the real you, sir Nikolai." Finally, Nikolai exhaled, turning to Noah, "You're right, but I only needed that to get her; now that she's here, there would be no need for that anymore."

"I don't think I'm gonna like Italy dad," Tom patted Ein's shoulder. "You'll like it, Ein. Trust me; there are a lot of things to do here. You'll never be bored." "I think Niko already found a new hobby. He threw a rock at a fish." "Your brother is adopted." "Oh, that explains a lot." "SCREW YOU OLD MAN, I AM NOT ADOPTED, AND YOU KNOW IT" Niko threw his last rock into the ocean. "Huh, that's odd. I seem to have the adoption papers in my office."

My eyes grew wider when Niro and I made eye contact. On his lips, I noticed a tiny smile. I wonder why you're grinning at me. With those smiles of yours, did you really believe you could win me over? Ha! Never. After previously hurting me, how did he muster the guts to smile at me? He glanced away as soon as I slanted my eyes in his direction. He took a gentle comb through his hair before immediately looking away. But that's good. You believed you were quite attractive. If he hadn't already hurt me, he would be incredibly attractive in my eyes right now. I overheard Shoan whisper, "You two are acting lowkey who like each other but you like slowburn." So I hit him. If he doesn't want to leave

He made his move to pull his boxers down as well but my hand reflexive stopped his movement. I took him in my small hand through his underwear hoping it would distract him from taking his pants off. He closed his eyes and a small moan escaped his lips as I gave his manhood gentle strokes. "Shit Nikki." He managed to say amid his lust. "Stroke harder." He ordered but that was seemingly impossible with his underwear as a barrier. I tried my best to go as fast as a barrier between my hand and his medium sized cock could allow. The edge of my desk was beginning to hurt my butt but I chose to ignore it.

“You look like prey when you stand still too long.” I didn’t jump. I should have. Instead, my spine tightened, and I turned my head just enough to see him. Niko stood half a step behind me, close enough that his breath stirred the wisps of hair by my temple, far enough that if anyone looked, it would just seem like two strangers forced into proximity by the crowd. He wore a black shirt, opened the throat, had no tie, and had a jacket slung over one shoulder. Under the club’s lighting, the scar near his eyebrow looked like a faint, pale lightning strike.

Something extremely weird and out of the ordinary that if I wasn't staring right at it, I wouldn't believe it. No, I'm over exaggerating, I'm sure. It's a normal site to behold. I mean, what did I expect? Shit. No matter how much I try to make it seem normal, there's actually no way to get used to seeing Nico with a lady. A fucking lady. And she's rubbing herself on him in a not very subtle manner. There's a way she's looking at him like he's her sun. Like he's the only one in the room. My eyes zero in on where her fingers are curled around his biceps while she leans in like she belongs there.

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.