Nikolai Chibi Novels & Stories

Like I am the only person in the world who exists for him. “Nice is not a word to describe Natalia and how she is with strangers. But I think you would like her. She is stubborn and strong-minded.” “She is cold and serious all the time,” Nickolai adds, again a dreamy look glistening in his eyes. “I’ve heard it’s common to fall for someone like your parents….” I quirk a brow. “Ugh. Why would you say that?” Nickolai grimaces and Sebastian looks me over, as if thinking intently.

All around, emergency lighting bathed everything in muted red. Nikolai stood in the middle of the main floor. Resting against an ancient processing table as if we had forever. He looked just like his photo. An unforgettable face. Average build. The sort of man you’d never spot in a crowd. "Kade D'Angelo." He said in accented English. Russian but educated somewhere else. "The Reaper himself. I am honored." "Nikolai Volkov." I kept my distance. Maintained awareness of the exits. "The man who never fails. I have heard stories."

An itchy voice yelled from afar, where the explosion happened. There, kilometer away from them stood, fifteen being. All of them gives off an unpleasant menacing aura. These could be? "Scarke Triad members." Nikki said disgustingly. "Oh, isn't it the famous Nicholai? The favor prince of his greatest majesty?" A bulky man with a scarred face yells. "Gramboiure" Nikki uttered blankly. "I thought, you forgotten my name, partner!" The Gramboiure, Nikki has been called snickered loudly. "What's this, turning yourself away from his greatest majesty!" The same man uttered in heavy scary tone.

He looked like a wire pulled too tight, vibrating with a force he couldn't control. Nikolai stepped inside, his gaze immediately darting from Ivan to me. He froze, his head tilting to the side in a way that made my skin crawl. It wasn't the way a man looks at a woman; it was the way a scientist looks at a new specimen. “So”, Nikolai whispered, "This is the little American girl. The one who hides Kings in her kitchen.” “Stay back, Nikolai”, Ivan growled. The warning was clear, vibrating the floorboards.

She smiles down at me, her palm holding my shoulder softly. I give her a small smile, not being a rude jerk, and greet her back, “Hi.” Her smile widens as she bites her bottom lip. Her small action does not go unnoticed by me as I catch her doing so. She smirks and then slides down next to me, murmuring, “I’m Mia, what about you, handsome dude?” Scott chuckles from behind me and I know the reason. I ignored him, telling the girl my name, “Nicholas.”