Peter X Nico Novels & Stories

I huff and turn my head to look at Christopher, who has been seated at a distance from me. He looks at me with concern. "Are you okay?" He asks me softly and I nod. "I always cringed watching those villains in movies...who kidnapped women, tortured hero and did all that overdramatic bullshit," Peter speaks, and we both look back at him. "But you know when you actually get to experience it, I realized it's pretty fun to do that shit." He looks at us with a sick smile on his face. "What the fuck is going on, Peter? Why did you bring Nicole here?" Christopher barks at him. I could see that he is losing his patience.

It was then that Nicko became more convinced of Peter’s intelligence, and intended to invite him to join the Richmond Group. “You come to my office tomorrow. This is the address,” Nicko said, handing him his business card. How surprised Peter was when he saw the name written there. “Y… you are Mr Lloyd’s missing son?” he asked in disbelief. “No wonder you have such dominant influence and that man in black calls you Young Master.” Nicko just smiled and put his index finger to his lips, asking Peter to keep this a secret. But unfortunately, Janet appeared from behind the wall. The woman was chasing Nicko and eavesdropping on his conversation.

Peter acted like a shield,a source of comfort to Antonio. “Yooo, wassup”. Antiono said giving out his hands for a handshake. Peter smiled, he was used to Antiono's constants visit. “Let's go in then”. Peter said holding the groceries he bought that morning like something really important was inside the bag. Antiono locked his car. He followed Peter in. Peter’s house was amazing ,to Antiono it felt like a comfort zone. The only problem Antiono had with Peter was with Women. Peter had the best ideas with women but he never believed in true love. Peter never saw any reason why a guy would leave all those beautiful ladies on earth, just for one lady. It felt like selfishness to him.

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Even with Nico sitting right beside me, Xanders outrage was terrifying. Nico on the other hand still looked completely disinterested. "So you came here just to convince me to go to the ball?" "I'll get on my knees and beg if I have to," Xander replied without missing a beat. Nico seemed to take that into consideration, a small smirk appearing on his face for a brief moment. Still, he didn't give Xander any kind of answer. So he took that as his cue to try another persuasion technique. "Come on Dude it'll be fun! Food, Girls, Music, Blood slaves, you just leave your pet in your room so she won't get in the way of anything! It's stress-free! Come on Nico live a little!"