Runaway Nico Novels & Stories

Then he turned back to me. "Let's go home together." I was too weak to break free. Nikki rushed over and shoved him hard. He didn't expect her strength and stumbled backward, falling onto broken glass. Blood poured from a deep cut on his palm. Nikki snorted. "Serves you right." "Gaius, are you okay?" Michelle rushed over, panicked. But he looked at me instead, searching my eyes for pity. All he found was ridicule. "Shouldn't you be helping Michelle move? Or does carrying someone else's baggage suddenly make up for abandoning me?"

“Does anywhere else feel uncomfortable?” The moment Alyssa opened her eyes, the men immediately gathered around her, their faces full of concern. Marcus stroked her head and said, “Don’t do something so dangerous again. We’ll worry.” Alyssa’s eyes reddened, and she clutched Elio’s hand. “I’m sorry. I was just too scared. Running away from the wedding back then was really my fault. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore…”

The real trap is outside. We grabbed the drives and ran. Elena limped with us explaining fast. She had fed Marcus bad info to buy time. But Victor had anticipated. His main force waited at the gates. We fought our way out. Bullets whizzed past. One hit Nico in the side. He grunted but kept moving. Dante carried him partway. Leo covered us all. I stayed close firing when I could my curves no longer feeling like a weakness but part of what kept me grounded. We reached the cars barely. Tires screeched as we sped away. Nico bled on the seat but he smiled at me. Worth it. We have what we need.

Nico pulled the burner out—slow, deliberate—and powered it on. The screen lit up plain and unassuming. He opened the group chat labeled **No Spectacle**. Four names stared back. He hesitated—thumb hovering—then typed the first message he’d ever sent them. **Nico:** I’m going to the party. With you. All of you. But I’m not dancing. Not yet. Just… there. He hit send before he could overthink it. The phone buzzed almost instantly. Elara’s grin was slow and wicked as she checked her own burner.

If this wasn't reason enough, then, Irish didn't know what else. She couldn't help questioning herself. 'If he was resisting her all the while, then why his sudden agreement to kill her? Why not just reject her? Nevertheless, Irish didn't have enough time on her hands to think deeply about these things. She had to save herself and her baby first. To do that, her mind reverberated with only one word. “RUNAWAY.”

We all know the situation is dire. “I...I don’t know what to do.” I whisper, feeling Jack wipe away stray tears that had fallen from my eyes. “What you do is behave, wait for a free moment, and run. Run towards the old treehouse, look for something pink, grab it, and keep running.” I do not understand what Chris has said, my fuzzy mind unable to comprehend his words before I am ripped away from my best friend and pushed into the car, the door slamming in my face and the engine roaring to life.

Lying back against the car, holding my bruised neck as I gasped for breath, tears welling up in my eyes, I made a decision within myself. I wanted to make a run for it, but would I really me able to escape either of them if they decide to chase me, especially in the wolf form? I look at the car and noticed that Aidan had left the key in there and the car engine was still revving. The thing was, I couldn't even drive. I might die in the process, or get caught before I start driving away even. I decided to chose the former, and when i.was sure the two were preoccupied, I took off my shoes and began running as fast as I could.

He hadn’t just abandoned me, he had gambled my life, hoping that Nico De Luca had a conscience. And he had lost. "You're quiet," Nico said, breaking through the hum of the engine and the rush of air. "What do you want me to say?" I asked, staring at the dirty white tiles blurring past. "I want you to admit I was right." I slowly turned to look at him. "Is that what this is about? Winning?" "It's about reality, Elena," Nico said, shifting gears as we burst out of the tunnel and into the darkness of New Jersey.

I could feel Nico watching us from the corner. "Are you all right?" I asked, keeping my voice flat. "I'm not. I don't want to be here, Dominic. I want to go home." The thought of her leaving, of her being out of my reach, sent a jolt of panic through me. It was a new sensation, and I hated it. "You need to break her fast," Nico said in Russian, his voice like grinding stones. "Get her out of your system before she becomes a liability. She’s not our kind."

Slowly i turn around and i see him matching towards me, his eyes goes to the window and then back to me. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to climb out through my window after all. "what. are you doing?" i'm dead. i'm dead. i'm dead. “i asked where you are going.” Nico stares at me demanding an answer. How did he get here so fast? And how did he even find out that i was going out through the window?