روايات وقصص ضمن Nikolai Cod

“I know. He operates in the cracks of the world—the places everyone avoids. The only reason we even have a direction is because of Nivera. Her connection to the sea runs deeper than anything I’ve seen.” Alexandro glanced over his shoulder. Nivera stood some distance away, speaking softly to one of the healers. Her silver-blond hair shimmered beneath the clouded sky, the breeze gently lifting the ends as if the sea itself recognized one of its own. “You trust her?” Alexandro asked. Valerian nodded. “With my life. And that’s not something I say often.” Alexandro returned his gaze to the sea. “What do you think waits for us on that shore?”

"Cattleya Sullivan, you're the perfect pawn to bring Jaxon down. You have no choice but to help me. Otherwise, you'll never see Aubrey, your sister's daughter, again." I exclaimed, "Are you threatening me? Have you been lying to me all this time?" Nikolai smirked, his eyes cold as he stared at me. "I've been lying to you since the day we met, Cattleya. You're nothing but a pawn to me, a tool to be used. So, listen to me very carefully. If I ever give you back to Jaxon, you have to give me the code, the code where he put all his wealth and gold together. Without that, he'll be on his knees," he laughed softly.

I shot him a glare that could freeze hell over, but he just chuckled, clearly not buying it. I rolled my eyes. "Get out, D." Fucking bastard. Nikolai's chuckles cut off like he'd been slapped, the room going dead silent. He leaned in, his voice urgent and carrying a dark hint of menace. "Got more shit to spill, Axel. It's about Nilo Blackwood. Bastard's been ghosting everyone like he dropped off the face of the earth." "Vanished?" I shot back, my brows pulling together in a tight frown, the weight of his words hitting me square in the chest.

A nickname he knows I've always despised. “I'm sorry my attention span isn't to your liking, Pakhan, (Boss).” I retort back at him, irritation sweeping my voice. He licks his bottom lip, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Nikolai has always been observant. Even as children he would notice things that most people didn't. It was something I've always admired about him. “Have you found anything yet?” he asks, his voice low but sharp with expectation. I shake my head, frustration bubbling in my chest. Marcus Blackwood is one tough fucker to find. I've tried everything, scored every database but it's like he just vanished.

Nikolai’s POV I don't even know what time it is, but I listen to my woman tell me how she got into coding and hacking and how she fixed Joey’s phone. I listen as she tells me that it helped her when she didn't think it would ever help her. When she knew she had done something wrong at the old pack, she would vanish to the library and send a message to Alpha Zade, pretending to be someone else in his contacts—to help with jobs so she could sneak in unsuspected. I am impressed, and I find myself wanting to hold her and be close to her.

Caius averted his eyes as he stood at the entrance of the training center. She could tell by the look on Nikolai’s face that he wanted to continue. Of course, he did. He was completely addicted to her bite. It was selfish of her to continue this codependent arrangement, but they were already in too deep. Not to mention, they shared a secret. No one else could know that she was a Shadow. Liora coughed, stepping back from Nikola’s hold. “Erm, yes. What’s the update?” “He’s starting to wake up.”

It changes the entire landscape of my captivity. Up until last night, I thought I was dealing with an unfeeling machine. A heavily armed robot who viewed me as nothing more than a noisy, irritating paycheck. But machines don't lose their breath when you press against them. Machines don't run away because they’re terrified of what they want to do to you. Kirill Nikolaev is a fortress, but every fortress has a backdoor. You just have to know how to code the right exploit to pry it open. My previous strategies didn’t work.

"He was standing outside our hotel last night when we got back from dinner. I thought he was part of a security detail." "He likely was," Mr. Reid said. "He was probably with another Alpha that we were supposed to be meeting with." "Who is it?" Mady asked. My father sighed. "Luca Ronan." I felt my evebrows furrow. "Who is that? I've never heard of him." "He's an Alpha of a few packs up north in Montana." "A few packs? He has more than one?" Mady asked. "Well, technically just one now" her dad replied.

, he says warmly, and I can’t help but smile. Mikhail Sidorov – known only by his codename, Net – is one of the best hackers in the world and is on Interpol’s Most Wanted list and just so happens to be my best friend. We met when I was nineteen and he was twenty. We hit it off right away and have been friends ever since. We don’t get to see each other often due to our professional lives but when we do get together it’s always a blast. “It’s good to hear yours too. I would love to say this is a social call but…”

It made my hair stand on end and my skin itch as it wrapped itself around me. "Ah, Erik, I've been expecting you. I'm sure you could use some rest after that horrible fall." He said his voice was whimsical and held such happiness as he spoke. He knew so much, but it didn't surprise anyone. His voice caught me off guard as I expected him to sound as dark and evil as his energy. "Of course, but first," Erik said before turning to the others. "These are some of my pack members, you have already met Drake, but this is Lucas, my top warrior. Tom and his mate Greta are my mate's guardians, and this here is my mate Athena. The one who seeks your help." Malcolm bowed his head in respect.