Runaway Nico Novels & Stories

Nico said as tears trickled down Marissa’s face, messing up her mascara. “Get, you’re not welcome here,” Micheal said as he stepped forward causing Marissa to stumble back before she took off running to the elevator. Nico walked towards the door as he closed it, before turning to face the men with a grin on his face, “Shall we continue, gentlemen.” _____________________

His face was pale, marked with soot and sweat, but those eyes were steady. He reached out a hand. “Let’s get you the hell out of here.” I took it. God, I didn’t even hesitate. We ran. Fast. My leg screamed with every step, but I didn’t care. I just ran, Nico gripping my hand, his gun slung behind him, as we tore through the back of the crumbling facility. Debris rained around us, and I could hear the fighting grow louder the closer we got to the heart of the chaos.

And now, she could be killed, and he would never have the chance to undo the shit he had done. "Shit! Maddie, don't die! I will save you and I will fix this!” Nico drove like crazy. The enemies were leaving New York. He didn't give a damn. After looking at the gas tank, he sighed more relieved. He could accompany them. The tank was full. Soon, other cars were following Nico. Not only the allies' car, but also that of Scarpinato's henchmen. The gunfire was relentless. Lina and Maddie, despite the car being a little further away, could hear what was going on.

"Trading your reputation, your future, for one night with pack trash?" "That's enough!" Lance stepped between us. "This isn't helping." My hands trembled as I fought back tears. Pack trash. The words cut deep because part of me wondered if they were right. God, I'd been so stupid. One night of weakness, of letting my hurt over Nathan turn into something reckless and impulsive. I'd given everything to Noxon, and what had he done? Left me, just like everyone said he would.

Mikaela said softly. “What?” Tobias and Kane’s voices overlapped in disbelief. Mine almost joined theirs. Mikaela’s eyes brimmed with something heavy, maybe acceptance. "It’s time I stop running. My children… they should grow up in their pack. Their real pack.” Kane’s face twisted. “This is their pack,” he argued, his voice sharp, almost desperate. I had to bite my tongue, hard, to keep from snapping at him. God, if that man didn’t shut the hell up for once, always butting in, like he had a damn right.

Nico ran through the city like a madman, grabbing strangers and asking, "Have you seen a young lady? Dark hair, very thin, wearing a light blue hospital gown. Her name is Elena. She has a bad memory. She doesn't know her way around!" Hours later, a call came in. They had found me in an abandoned lemon grove on the outskirts of town. When Nico arrived, his tie was crooked, and his shoes were caked in mud. "Elena!" He lunged forward, pulling me into an embrace. He was shaking even harder than I was. I could feel his heartbeat—fast and heavy. "Where did you go? Do you have any idea how terrified I was?" I pushed him away with all my might. Fear surged through me like an electric current. "Let m

I used to study that scar when I was younger. Now I can’t stop imagining kissing it. Good thing I’m grown now. And out here? Nobody’s around to hear me scream his name. This is going to be a long, dirty winter. And honestly? I can’t fucking wait. We keep climbing until the road barely looks drivable anymore. The Jeep growls over ice and loose rocks before a large cabin finally appears through the falling snow. Nico kills the engine and gets out first. He grabs my suitcase while I follow behind him toward the house.

“Take her somewhere safe. To a hospital or a healer. Anyone. Don't let anything happen to her.” My glowing eyes reflected against the glass as I peered through the tinted windows into the back seat one last time. The engines of the Cadillac roared as Noah zoomed off into the night, disappearing quickly around a bend. I took in the night air deeply in my lungs. I proceeded to put on the clothes Noah had nicked from the pack house’s exclusive clothes room. “What?” I asked as I felt Zak's cold, muzzled face stare at me in my head. “Why then aren't you taking her to the pack house? We have the best doctors and healers there.”

Nico growls—a low, animal sound that vibrates through the room. Victor’s hand clamps down on Nico’s arm so hard the muscle bulges. I sit up straighter. My voice is steady, even though my entire body is trembling. “You want me to beg you?” I whisper. “Then I will. But when I say your name tonight… it will be the last time you ever hear it from my mouth.” Antonio’s smile is small, broken, and strangely beautiful. “Begin.” Nico moves like lightning. He grabs my ankles and yanks me flat on my back.

Nico ordered. “Okay Young Master, oh yeah how will these two girls be?” Russell, who found Amanda and also Eleanor when they tried to escape, asked. Nicko nodded, there was annoyance in his expression this time, “So the two cursed women have tried to run away?” “That’s right, Young Master.” There was a moment of silence, then followed by the screams of two women who seemed to keep cursing and asking to be released. “Is that them?” Nico asked. “Well, right, it was the two of them. We were in the back of the truck.”