روايات وقصص ضمن Nikolai Cod

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

A glowing light flickers on his encrypted pack communicator, displaying an urgent message from the Alpha Council Hall. I tilt my head slightly, reading the bright red text flashing across the screen: Emergency Assembly Called: Supreme Alpha King Tronte Nielsen demands the immediate annulment of the Sacred Mate Bond. "Magnus," I whisper, my hand sliding over his chest to point at the screen. "Look." Magnus opens one golden eye, glancing at the flashing message before a dark, lethal smile spreads across his face. "Let him demand whatever he wants. He doesn't know you're already carrying my royal bloodline."

is he talking to me* I actually wanted to ask but restricted myself. "Nikolai" He said, stretching out his hands for a...what??...handshake!!! I paused, staring at him like a fool.. wait..just wait..he wants to shake him...whaaaat!!!! a common slave like me?? He chuckled to himself before saying " hey c'mon I don't bite" He stretched out his hands again saying "I'm Prince Nikolai, but you can just call me Nikolai" *no way! Do I want to be beheaded?? maybe not yet*

The nightmares didn't seem to be done with me yet. Zero was downstairs, waiting to inform me of something I probably didn't anticipate. Not surprising, if it were from VAR. I turned the doorknob, stepping out as a cool breeze brushed against my face. “I need a break,” I groaned, pushing my body into the open back seat. “I think I'm hallucinating.” Zero chuckled, turning the ignition. The engine roared “Nikolai Cole. An assassin who VAR so blindly trusts… is hallucinating. Biggest joke of the year,” he blurted sarcastically, driving off.

I continued, voice lowering, “but to rebuild and restructure.” “Rebuild what?” Kazuo asked. “The world thinks the YBA is crumbling.” I smirked gently then replied, “Let them, Because while the media watches the smoke, we’ll be moving underground.” I turned to the large iron door behind me. With a nod, it opened slowly—revealing a man in a dark navy suit, his presence cold, clean, and quiet. “This,” I said, pointing at him with my index finger.“is Nikolai Volkov. From Russia.”

Nikolai leaned toward his friends, eyes sparkling, voice dropping like he was sharing a delicious secret. “You know what?” he said. “What?” Yaroslav asked. Nikolai smiled. “Italy is going to be…” he paused dramatically, “…interesting.” He didn’t say why. He didn’t say what he’d found on the laptop. He didn’t say what name had burned itself into his mind. Damian Blackwell. The kids just laughed, thinking he meant pizza. Only Nikolai knew better. And the adults watching him, the ones who understood power and danger, kept their faces blank…

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."

He could not stand still. And yet, I expected resistance. Through Nikolai’s encrypted channel, his voice reached me, rough and uncontained: “She wants me blind? She expects me to sit still while Moretti breathes down her neck?” “You will do as ordered,” Nikolai answered flatly. “If Moretti touches her-” Nico’s growl cracked the static. “He won’t,” Nikolai interrupted. A silence stretched, and I could picture Nico pacing like a caged wolf, fists knotted, eyes blazing. Finally, he relented, barely. “Then I’ll confirm it myself. If it’s true, I’ll stand aside. But if it’s a bluff, I won’t.”

He even had already forgotten when was the last time he felt something from anyone. "Nikko, the old bitch kept calling you like a hundred times already. He's so annoying. Should I inform him about your arrival?" Ck was referring to Danilo Jones, a werewolf alpha from a different pack, who happens to know Nicholae's dirty little secret and used it to blackmail him every time he needs something. What more could I say? Insecure people put others down to lift themselves up. And they are willing to play dirty work just to get what they want.

Nikolai Volkov, second-in-command of the Bratva, always answered the same way—flat, unimpressed, like Alessandro was wasting his time. Alessandro smirked. “Let’s keep this short, Nikolai. I don’t have all night.” Nikolai let out a low chuckle, devoid of humor. “No pleasantries? You did blow up four of our warehouses.” Alessandro swirled the whiskey in his glass. “You say that like it wasn’t deserved.” Silence. Then, Nikolai’s voice sharpened. “You’ve made enemies, Moretti.” Alessandro’s grip on the glass tightened. “I was born with them.”