Sasha And Niccolo Novels & Stories

“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.”

As soon as we entered the farm, two men welcomed us, they were speaking in Italy, so I didn’t really understand the rest of what they were talking about with Nico. “Why are we here?” I hissed when the two guys left us. Nico all of a sudden leaned closer to me, his lips touching my earlobe. I breathed out, eyes wide open, my heart racing badly… “I don’t trust you, Catrina” He whispered, which made my heart nearly stop… Did he find out about my escape plan?

“Trust me, kotyonok, I know exactly what I’m missing out on.” Wicked satisfaction gives her eyes a brighter gleam. “Do you think of me? If yes, then do you touch yourself when you do?” She leans toward me like she’s about to tell me a secret. “Because I’ve been having too many dates with my B.O.B lately. If it could talk, it would probably be begging for a break.” My jaw slackens and heat plows through me. “Fucking hell,” a new voice hisses in shock. Natalia flushes an adorable shade of red when Yuri stares at her with shock he doesn’t bother hiding.

" Nicole knew that the man hated being called old and that was the very reason why she kept calling him that. She had made it her life's mission to make his life as hellish as he wanted to make hers and she would stop at nothing to achieve that. She could see him clenching his jaws in anger and she smiled in satisfaction, an act that pissed Matteo off even further. "I might be an old man..." He replied, still holding on to her hair but letting his free hand roam over her body and rest on her ass. "...but You belong to me. You hear me? You belong to me!" He declared, bringing out his disgusting tongue and licking a nasty trail around her earlier. In all her life, Nicole had never felt more re

“Because Clarissa… she’s been watching her too.” “What does Clarissa want with Chelsea?” I asked. “I don’t know everything,” Sasha admitted. “But I know Chelsea isn’t just some smart girl caught in the middle. She’s been planning something for a long time.” I felt a slow smile form on my lips. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I figured that much.” Sasha grabbed my arm suddenly. “Nicho, listen to me. You need to stay away from her.” I looked down at her hand, then back up at her face.

Olivia sighed and decided to trust her friend's judgement for the night. Nickey grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled her towards the bar. "All we have to do is stay away from that bitch, Thelia." *** "You'd better make sure everybody knows that this is the last time I'm going to put up with these endless parties," Asher Blackwood exclaimed. "I have had enough of the constant parade of available bitches for my consideration. I'm telling you, as I have told my mother countless times, that I don't need a mate to rule! " He continued to restlessly pace across his bedroom and glowered at Carlisle, the other man in the room.

“In this case, the shit you are referring to is your little brother.” “He’s always been a little shit to me.” Mike laughed, and then his gaze fell on me. “Who is this beauty?” Nico wrapped his arm around my waist, his fingers digging into my hip. “This is Lila Falcone.” He's eyes grew wide, his lips twitching at the corner. “The Lila Falcone?” Nico and I both stiffened, but I gathered all my courage and smiled as I held my hand out to him. “It seems like my reputation precedes me.”

It seems Luca felt that, so he interlaced our fingers. "Luca! Crescent!" Luca and I stopped when Sasha approached us. She looks stunning with her silver halter dress... She's effortlessly beautiful. "You can eat if you want to... and Luca, your friends are here too." Luca's forehead creased. "Why are they here?" he asked, as if he didn't like that his friends were here. "Well... you know Mr. Farthon, right? Chairman of Farthon Group. It seems like he knew some of your friends, so, they are invited too," Sasha said.

Pakstan brushes off the soldier fussing over his bleeding arm. “In Pharaoah’s place,” Pharaoah pants, gripping the Albanian tightly. “They took Sasha into my place.” Sasha? Ah, right. The Italians and their nicknames—how they associate Sasha with Aleksander is a mystery. “It still doesn’t make sense why they’d take you or Aleksander,” Laye says, eyeing me. “They’re usually after women.” At his words, Nicolo's harrowing story resurfaces in my mind—the rape, the murder, the tapes—all too vivid. I instinctively loosen my grip on Pakstan.

“I should be the one apologizing here. I was an immature piece of shit to you over something so trivial. If you don't want to tell Alexander about us yet, then don't, alright? I don't want to force things on you.” “You are not forcing things on me,” I said, looking down at our connected hands. “I can't keep it hidden forever. Can I?” “When we get to that bridge, we'll cross it, okay?” Niccolo responded, caressing my cheeks and I nodded. “Okay.” “I love you so much, Talia,” He said, kissing both my hands. “You are the most beautiful thing that happened to me.” “I love you too, Niccolo,” I said, as Niccolo pressed our foreheads together, his gaze turning heated as it dropped to my lips.