Nikolai Chibi Novels & Stories

“Do not speak unless I give you permission to do so,” I clamp my mouth shut and Nikolai grins. “What’s the matter Маленький ягненок,[Little lamb] afraid?” When I don’t say anything he tilts his head. I was afraid but I was not about to show him that and I raised my shoulders and shook my head “No” He smirks before he slaps me again. “Now I see why he likes you so much. You're a feisty little lamb,” Nikolai’s phone rings and he answers it.

“Now, go.” *** I was halfway back to my wing when I ran into Nikolai. Literally. “Oof!” He stumbled back, rubbing his shoulder. “Watch where you’re going, Anya! What if I’d been carrying something important?” “Like what?” I asked, trying not to smile. “A tray of cookies?” “Cookies are very important,” he said seriously, but the grin that spread across his face ruined the act. Nikolai was a breath of fresh air in this suffocating house. At twenty, he had none of the hard edges that Viktor and his men wore like armor. His youthful energy was infectious.

Nikolai A figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and regal, he introduced himself, “My name is Vladimir, the Vampire King of America.” Nikolai didn’t flinch, though tension twisted in his gut. “You know who I am,” he replied, keeping his voice steady. “You claim peace,” Nikolai challenged. “But why surround us?” Vladimir held his gaze, unblinking. “I needed to ensure you wouldn’t attack.” Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll listen.”

How can Charlie smile while looking at that jar? Isn't she disgusted? "Yay! Oh, Nikolai said he will be at the second place with the seventh branch." "Okay, thank you." Nikolai? That oddly sounds familiar to me. Where did I heard that na....me....w-wait! Not Blue right? Not right? "Nikolai..... Is that...... Blue?" "He is." Oh, God, how? What's with these two? So, they got along with each other's craziness because they are both in this line of work?

Nikolai teased me, ignoring my question on the nickname. I stuck out my bottom lip and pouted at him teasing me and not answering my questions. Nikolai stepped forward and brushed my bottom lip with his thumb, sending sparks racing through my body, “When you pout like that, you don’t seem quite so fierce.” Nikolai mumbled staring at my lips. “I am still fierce.” I growled out, sounding like a whiny child before I continued in a more mature way, “But Maybe I am just getting more comfortable around you, so I can lower my shield a little more when I’m with you.”

“No, I am still here and you don't have to be afraid of anything. You are going to be safe here, Sofiya. I promise.” Sofiya nodded. “Thank you.” “Is there anything you would like me to get you? Anything at all.” He asked. There was uncertainty in her eyes and then she nodded her head and replied in a whisper. “Chebureki.” Nikolai expressed surprise. “Chebureki?” That was a quite specific request. It was a large, thin, deep fried pastry. Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, usually filled with juicy minced meat, onions and spices.

I stare at Nikolai, my gaze filled with defiance, refusing to let him break me. Nikolai shrugs nonchalantly, a wicked smirk playing on his face. The sight of it intensifies my urge to slap him across the cheek, but I restrain myself. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my emotions unravel. Deep down, I know that this man, driven by his thirst for power and revenge, underestimates the strength and resilience that lie within me.

I looked up at him and said, “Please, let him go. He had nothing do with you or Antonio.” I watched as slowly, he crouched down and then grabbed my chin. I tried to pull back but his fingers tightened, making me still. He looked at me with his obsidian eyes and leaned closer, making me strain in his tight grip. He asked, “Do you know who I am?” I shook my head. “The name is Nikolai.” . A. Gupta

Isabella would occasionally pass by to check whether or not I was dead, I assume, but Yaroslav seemed to have gone MIA. “It seems like the little Luna has been busy” Nikolay said, smiling at me. I smiled back and nodded. Despite the man being who he was, and despite everything going on; the man had the humor and gentle side that would make anyone smile. I didn’t know about his bad side, but I sure as hell didn’t want to see it.

He had a rich, deep smile, and those eyes held mine cautiously as if intrigued and at the same time studying me. "Thanks!" I collected my sketchbook, plastering a fake small smile. "We take chemistry together" "Yeah! I noticed you" It was really hard not to. He gave me weird vibes. "I'm sorry for creeping you out in class. It's just that you're very pretty," He complimented with a bright brilliant smile. Well, that was bold. "Thanks" "I'm Niko." I nodded, and he stared at me, expecting me to say something. I mentally rolled my eyes. "I'm Ciri...Cirilla actually, but most people call me Ciri"