Sasha And Niccolo Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.

was rather more than that of merely employer and employee. It had come as something of a shock to him later, when he met J.J., to recognize how much older than Ronnie he actually was, but Sasha had told himself that if Ronnie chose to have as her lover a man who was plainly so much older than her, then that was her business and no one else’s. Sweet Ronnie... In another few hours she would be here, their roles in many ways reversed. ‘I despise you, Sasha, I hate you!’ she had hissed at him between gritted teeth when she had first left for New York, averting her face when he had leaned forward to kiss her cheek. ‘I really hate you...’

But it is a transformed world, where every atom seems charged with a new erotic potentiality. Niko and Sasha do not speak. Their gazes meet above me, a silent exchange, heavy with a complicity that transcends me and, paradoxically, excites me. They have just pushed me to the edge of the abyss and caught me at the last moment. Now, they are surveying the conquered territory. Sasha is the first to move. He kneels beside the sofa, his face level with mine. His eyes, suddenly a lighter, keener blue, scrutinize my face.

She smiles down at me, her palm holding my shoulder softly. I give her a small smile, not being a rude jerk, and greet her back, “Hi.” Her smile widens as she bites her bottom lip. Her small action does not go unnoticed by me as I catch her doing so. She smirks and then slides down next to me, murmuring, “I’m Mia, what about you, handsome dude?” Scott chuckles from behind me and I know the reason. I ignored him, telling the girl my name, “Nicholas.”

Nick gives me a questioning look but then sees my arm that's still wrapped around Sophie and I'm pretty sure that he instantly figures it out. "Do you have something to tell us, brother?" He smiles as he asks the question but of course, the prick in the cell can't keep his mouth shut and instead has to ruin my moment. "Well, you see, Alpha Nicholas. It appears that your brother here is Scarface's second chance mate, poor bastard!"

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

I bit out of my pizza slice, ignoring the way he stripped me naked with his eyes. Damon and Sara talked and did some public display affection. I could feel a hole being drilled into my forehead by Emmet. We hadn't spoken to each other since he arrived. "We'll order some ice cream." Damon said to me and got up with his fingers interwined in Sara's. "Remember mine is vanilla," I said dryly without looking up from my plate and they left to place the orders. "Nicole." Emmet called out in a dead tone, but I ignored him. "Your silence is killing me."