Runaway Nico Novels & Stories

- she asked, squinting suspiciously, wondering whether to call the orderlies or not. “No,” the guy said woundedly. “I’m not in the habit of walking naked in front of people, but need forced me.” “Crazy, it can’t be otherwise. And there was no point in hoping that he would confess,” the girl reasoned. “I have a big dog,” Anika said threateningly, “so you better get out as quickly as possible.” Otherwise I'll call the police! She pointed imperiously to the door. The guy cleared his throat, chewing another piece he had bitten off, and crossed his arms over his chest.

But I have to try. Because if I don’t get out now, if I keep watching him, I might not be able to leave at all. And that terrifies me more than anything. I take another step back. One more, I tell myself when a hear a low voice. “You take one more step,” I pause. “… and Massimo will rip someone’s jaw off. Probably mine, or yours. But definitely someone’s.” I freeze. The floor beneath me tilts. “Pretty things don’t wander off alone here,” Nico continues, tapping ash off the edge. “Unless they’re looking to disappear. And trust me, disappearing is the easiest part in this place. It’s the dying slow that’s hard.”

Then, the back door of the warehouse opens, and Nico runs out. “Go!” I shout. Anton starts the car, speeding toward Nico. I roll down the window, aim at one of the cars coming from a side road, and start shooting. The first car swerves, the driver probably losing control after a bullet hit a tire, and crashes into a tree. The second car speeds past and heads toward us. I shoot twice more, and Anton suddenly slams on the brakes. I hear a door open, and Nico jumps inside. “You guys are having all the fun without me,” Nico says, laughing. He’s insane.

Luca was in the driver’s seat, door open, shouting, “Move your ass!” Nico lowered me into the back seat like I was made of glass. The door slammed, and the tires screamed as Luca hit the gas. I leaned back, chest heaving, vision swimming. “Where are we going?” Nico dragged a hand through his hair, wiping rain and sweat from his face. “Somewhere they won’t find us.” “Who?” I demanded. “Who the hell are they, Nico?” He looked out the window, jaw tight. “People who were supposed to be dead.”

Stacy's Pov 'Run!' Star shouts in my head. 'What?' 'Run, you fucking idiot.' Oh, I don't have to be told twice. 'I just did.' I can feel her roll her eyes in my head. Speeding off at her words, I ran from Matt with him hot on my tail. 'Run towards the rocky area up that hill.' And I did exactly as she told me, I reached the top of the hill and stopped. Waiting for Matt to catch up with me. He gets before us in jeffy with a wolfish grin on his face.

The day before we were set to leave, Nico was on the private beach, begging to go out on the yacht. Cassiano indulged him and went to the harbor to arrange it himself. Nico was running wild on the golden sand. I followed close behind him. Suddenly, a heavy-duty ATV came roaring towards us, out of control. It was like a rampaging bull. I screamed. On pure instinct, I shoved Nico hard, sending him toward the safety of the palm trees. But the flying sand tripped me. I fell. I looked up and saw the giant tires about to crush me.

She’s just too fixed on it. Cinthye waited outside the operation room door, waiting for her mother. She expected the hospital to do it’s thing. It’s job. “Cinthye Cator?” A young woman sat next to her, she excitedly took pictures of her. She immediately cover her face with a mask. But it was too late. People were caving her in. Cinthye push through, she ran as fast as she could. It didn’t matter where her feet bring her to. SHE JUST WANTS TO RUNAWAY.

_Luca’s POV_ The metal door slammed and everywhere fell into silence. Like the universe had taken a breath— and decided to rip her away. I lunged forward anyway, my fingers scraping against the back of the van as it jerked off, tires screeching, engine roaring down the darkened alley. “NO! NO—NO—NO!” Nico’s roar shattered beside me. He sprinted after the van with a speed that would’ve made anyone else question whether he was human. I ran with him. Gravel bit into my shoes, cold air burning my lungs, but the van was already turning the corner, taillights blinking once before disappearing entirely.

‘I will guide you out of here. I nod my head and inch my way toward Nico. “What are you going to do?” Nico laughs. Grabbing ahold of the bars, I kick my legs in front of me and knock Nico to the ground. I jump over his body, and he tries to reach for my legs. But I am too fast for him. I don’t wait for Nico to get to his feet before I take off running toward the exit.

A cop came out from the car and approached him but before he could a car sped by running Nico over almost immediately and running off into the distance. “Nico!” I screamed as I ran over to him. He lay there, on the floor covered in debris from the blast, blood seeping out from his head. Is this the end? I