Nikolai X Reader Novels & Stories

Nikolai stands close to Rosa with his arm around her back and hand resting on her hip. His hair is bright blond and medium length, curling just over the lapel of his smart dress shirt, partly covering a dark tattoo that disappears beneath it. His skin is pale, and his blue eyes are icy as he regards me warily, his free hand shoved into the pocket of his black pants. Alexander clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. “You should be careful about who you make friends with.” He glares at Natalya hatefully, but there’s something else in his eyes too. Desire, perhaps?

He says and so I reply with, "you might as well do whatever mate. Nickolas is a huge fan himself." "Oh? Nickolas hmm?" He says, acting as if he's never met him. I nod, and he drops my shirt before walking towards Nickolas. "I thought you looked familiar," Xavier says first to Nickolas who was trying to stand strong and fearless in front of him. "I was going to say the same thing," Nickolas replies.

As if he was reading her mind, Nicolai's hands slid under Alessia's sweater, and he slipped it from her body in one quick motion. Once free of the offending garment, Nickolai's fingers skimmed over the soft skin of her stomach, her ribs, and her bare shoulders before moving up to unclasp her bra with expert ease. He let the lace fall aside, his eyes raking over her exposed breasts with undisguised hunger. Alessia felt a thrill of power at the raw desire in his gaze, even as a part of her trembled at the intensity of it. "Ty moya prekrasnaya devushka (you are my beautiful girl)," Nicolai murmured, his large hands taking possession of her breasts, his thumbs tweaking and teasing her nipples in

ENORA “I want you dead.” I didn’t know if that was even the truth anymore. “I fucking want you and every other bastard like you dead.” Intense darkness seeped into Nikolai’s eyes. “Guess what, sweetie?” His words came out like a bare whisper. “I am hard to kill.” He tossed my hair away, making me lose my balance and fall to the ground. He lowered himself to a squat, brushing a bloody thumb on my lips. “There are many things you do not know, many things.”

I got out of the bathroom turning off the light to find Nikolai laying on the bed scrolling through his phone with a scowl. Nial was nowhere in sight. Nadei was on the other side of the bed, pajama-clad legs flat on the bed with reading glasses on his perfectly sculpted nose making him look hotter than he was already and reading one of my favorite books, ever. Wuthering heights. I think I just orgasmed from how good he looked- No, Sofia stop. I shook my head for the millionth time noticing the change in atmosphere when Nial walked out of the closet wearing grey sweats and a dark blue tee.

Luca growled in response. Nikolai laughed and shook his head. He crouched next to me, examining me like I was a piece of meat. His cold, thin finger traced down my bare stomach since my T-shirt had lifted during the struggle. "I don’t want money. Plus, I told you, this is just some fun for me," Nikolai said as he ripped my T-shirt apart. My breathing grew heavy, and I turned my gaze away from Luca. Damn. I felt like screaming, but I was frozen.

Creepy! He started walking toward us…slow, confident strides that screamed authority and ease. The closer he came, the more impossible it became to ignore how absurdly handsome he was. Sharp jawline, dark hair just tousled enough to look effortless, ocean blue eyes that seemed to see far too much, and made me lost in it. He extended his hand with an easy smile. “Hi, I’m Nikolai.” Yeah, I didn’t forget when you said that already during the class. Nikolai Cross.

But she had felt guilty so much that whenever Nikolai asked to meet Xavier, she always made an excuse she couldn't go. Now that she thinks about it, Xavier and Nikolai have a lot in common. Their build, their eye color, and especially their voice. She couldn't tear their voices apart when she had eavesdropped on their conversation back then. It was almost like one person talking and answering himself.

"This specific scenario is initiating a highly favorable response in my beast—" "What!?" I yell, my voice cracking with shocked laughter as I struggle against his hold. I had engineered that identity to be the absolute antithesis of attraction—the least provocative construct my clinical brain could assemble. "Absolutely," Nikolai nods down at me, his grey eyes turning dark and predatory as his hand slides from my spine to possessively track the curve of my hip, his claw-tipped fingers tracing a deliberate path down my bare thigh, teasing the hem of my white skirt. "My early training was overseen by an elite cadre of those exact priestesses. I have spent a significant portion of my maturity f

The women watched her eat with a pitiful smile on their face, they hadn't really understood why Xander would torture the innocent lady so much. Rich people, they reasoned, would always be the same. She dropped the cutlery, placing in into the empty bowl, she leaned on the chair, her eyes fiddling tiredly, making its way to champ shut. They bowed to her, their legs striding out of the room. She gazed around, Nicole Hart was a possession, she was a possession to Xander Castillo, the cruel mafia king. She was his possession, it would never be the other way around.