Rio Nico Novels & Stories

“You’re the only person I’ve met who gets excited about albinos.” “Have you ever seen a Japanese or Asian albino?” Kaiyo asked. I paused my answer. “I have not.” “Me too. Lucas is the first albino I’ve ever seen.” Niko tugged on Kaiyo’s shirt and captured his attention. “My name is Nikolaus Jeremy Dietrich Campbell and I’m five and a half years old.” Kaiyo giggled. “That’s a long name for someone small.” “Mommy and chichi say it’s not.”

He closed his eyes and sighed and when he opened them, he smiled, “my name is Alejandro Lucian De La Cruz, and you are?” Ava smiled, glad that he was truthful with her, “hello, I am Ava Emily Moonstone, I’m pleased to meet you.” “The pleasure is all mine, where are you from, Ava?” “I am mixed Russian and American. My dad is Russian, my mom an American, Los Angeles to be precise. And you?” “I am full Colombian but my paternal grandmother was an American, she was the one that gave me Lucian, but I never met her though.” “That’s sad.”

Rio was seen shaking and shaking his head gently. “Finish her right now…” hissed Wenny Kammal impatiently again. She’d been seen ready to record what’d happen to Sumico with her cellphone in her hand. Rio started to get on the bed. He stuck his body on Sumico’s slim and sexily intoxicating body. As soon as he felt Sumico’s slim as well as sexily intoxicating body, Rio felt that his manhood lust and desire instantly soared up and zoomed up to the peak. He felt a kind of uncontrollable and unfettered manhood sparks and waves whizzing and whooshing here and there throughout his veins, muscles, tissues and nerves.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

I ask, stepping closer to her. She looks up at me, her eyes wide with anxiety. “The babysitter called in sick and couldn’t make it. I’m so sorry, Nero. I know we were supposed to have dinner, just the two of us, but…” I glance behind her and see Nereo peeking out, his big eyes watching us curiously. I smile, kneeling down to his level. “Hey, there. How are you?” He smiles shyly. “Hi… Who are you?” “I’m a friend of your mother’s. My name is Nero,” I say, holding out a hand to him and his eyes grow wide.

Don Ramon continued, “His mother was Thai royalty, and Theerakunya is her name. That’s how he’s blending in. We have intel he’s currently on that same island. With you.” Vincenzo's grip on the phone tightened. “And Noel,” Don Ramon added in a lowered voice. “He’s not there for diplomacy. This man was raised for revenge.” Somewhere on the far side of the resort…past the dancing lights, music, and laughter…inside a closed private villa surrounded by thick jungle, Nico lay unconscious. The room was dim, moonlight slanting through gauzy curtains. Cool air hummed from the ceiling fan. On the bed, Nico’s limp form was stretched out, his damp lashes fluttering slightly.

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.