Nikolai Cod Novels & Stories

he said surly, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Nico ignored his gripe. His even gaze flicked to Olivia and he slightly nodded in greeting. She barely responded with a faint acknowledgement. Some resentment flared in her when she remembered how he stood by and did nothing about Connor. Nico inclined his head respectfully. “A message came, Don. From Viktor Sokolov.” Nero’s chewing slowed. He set the half- drunk glass of orange juice down, his fingers rubbing together like he was idly brushing off the crumbs of the tart he was eating from his hand.

Theo’s eyes narrowed slightly like he noticed that too, but before he could question it, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Perfect timing. I pulled it out immediately, already stepping slightly away while opening my contacts. Theo started toward his locker while I turned enough to keep my voice low. “Yeah,” I muttered once the call connected. “I need information on somebody.” A pause. My eyes flicked briefly toward the hallway Nikolai disappeared down. “Nikolai Voss,” I continued quietly. “Or Kolv. I don’t know which one he’s using.” Another pause. “I don’t care how you do it. Just dig up whatever you can.”

“But I will say this… I know what the speculations are, and I understand where they are coming from. I understand why you think we are monsters. And I say we, because we are different from you humans. First and foremost, I would like to confirm that the speculations are true. My brother Ares, his mate Valeria, and their two children are not like you. I am not either. I am Nikolai, the King of Wolves and Lycans.” The effect of that was immediate. Suddenly, everyone is alight with interest. Some of the reporters are on their feet, furiously writing on their notebooks. Some of them are raising their hands as though to signal if they could ask questions, but the event coordinator just asks them

well you'll die like the lots of them will soon. Niko was Russian by birth and nationality, but he grew up with the Italians and had turned down severally offers to turn to the side of the Russian mafia. Niko finally gave in to the darkness that had been slowly enveloping his sight. He knew it would be his last sight. He thought of Serena. The only woman he had ever loved but who could never love him back because not only did she see him as a brother but also, she wasn't into men. He prayed his last prayer, not for him, but for her;

Almost quickly, Annalia had the sudden realization that the two were familiar with one another. Adam retorted in a chilly tone, "Nicholas." After taking a look in his direction, Niko stood up. However, Annalia could not understand what he meant when he just bowed to Adam as if he were showing his respect for him. What the hell is going on? "Mr. Acardi," replied Niko. Acardi... Why does everyone refer to Adam as Acardi? "When did you return here?" The lines in Annalia's brow deepened. How well acquainted were they with one another?

Nico My trainer is ready as he stands in his black, knee length shorts, his bald head with a tattoo on it of a skull with a patch over one skull eye. Not very attractive which is a shame because Nikolei is a good-looking man, he has dark skin with amber eyes, almost like a cat. “Morning Boss, where is the lady?”

The door nearest me opens, and I'm being dragged out, into his arms into his house, frantic. He throws me against a wall making me flinch. His lips press against my neck, as he destorys my clothes, to get to me. “Mh," I moan as he fondled my breasts, “Niko..." He comes up to my lips, pressing against them lightly. “Oh yeah, my name isn't Niko. My name is Nikolai Sokolov. Remember it." N-nikolai Sokolov? You mean... He smirks at my wide eyes.

That pleasure surged through me like a tide, and I couldn't help laughing out loud. At nine in the morning, Oliver sent me a video. In it, Jason stood in the middle of the conference room, drenched in sweat, staring helplessly at the error-filled code projected on the screen. "Jason, aren't you an algorithm expert?" Peter's mocking voice came through the video. "This little problem shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?" Jason's face was ashen. His lips trembled, but no words came out. "I… I need time to analyze it…"

Nikoli Silvanic. Nikoli had been a young Lieutenant in the Russian underground twenty years ago but he was moving up the ranks quickly. He’d seen the solidarity the five of them shared and began working with them. He taught them everything he knew and before long, they had become a force to be reckoned with. When it was time to move from Russia and represent the Russian Bratva here in America, Nikoli brought them with him. Nikoli had stayed in New York after he set Yuri and the others up in New Orleans as their base. Just like at home, the five brothers had to fight for what they had but it had been worth the struggle.

"I protect you from this world. Defiance makes you target." "Target already," I answered. "Kade. Viktor. Now you. I stand. Nikolai works for you in Project Black Ice. Confirm the link." He sighed long. "Link exists. Nikolai handles sensitive files. Project Black Ice stores them safe. That is truth." "Truth with holes," I shot back. "Sensitive means illegal. Your guilt shows plain. Face still white. You scared I know more." Christian met my eyes. "Scared for you. Stop defying. We fix the media. Forget Nikolai."