Solangelo Fanfiction Nico Collapses Novels & Stories

“Just... be here. With me.” I pull him closer, the water mingling with the blood and tears as they wash away. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly, as if afraid to let go. We stand there, under the spray of the shower, clinging to each other, finding solace in our shared pain. “I hate this,” I say softly. “I hate that you have to go through this. That you have to fight and bleed to keep us safe.” Nero pulls me close to him, resting his forehead against mine. “It’s part of the job, Camellia. But knowing you’re here, waiting for me... it makes it worth it.”

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

The room suddenly feels hotter. Too loud. The music pounds directly against my skull now. And out of nowhere, my mom’s blood and teary face crashes into my head. Smiling at me upside down inside that car. Burning. I stop breathing for a second. Nico’s voice sounds distant suddenly. “You okay?” The fire comes next. The screaming. The explosion. Jesus Christ. I shove off the stool too quickly. The room tilts violently. “Lucas—” “I need air.” Nico grabs my wrist lightly.

His eyes locked on mine, dark and almost angry and drunk with lust. “Not yet, cara mia. We’ll get to that later,” he breathed. "Now, how about that third orgasm?" I groaned, my eyes closing as he covered me with his strong, warm, sinful body and slowly, so-fucking slowly filled me up again, making sweet pleasure sing through every inch of me. God. He was going to be the death of me. Only the sound of our panting breaths could be heard when Nico finally collapsed on top of me, his weight grounding, his breath hot against my skin. I was spent, completely shattered as we lay there. The rain had finally stopped, and it was all quiet outside.

Like someone had grabbed her heart in a chokehold and tried to force it to combust with the pain. "I-I-I..." Nicole struggled to catch her breath, tears streaming down as Arcangelo stepped forward, Piero kneeling before her with bloodshot eyes and watching. "I can't, I can't..." She heaved through her tears, a hand on her chest before the room began spinning around her. "Nicole!" A voice called out to her as her world faded around her, and she could have sworn it was Salvatore's voice calling out to her.

If she will let Niccoli do as he wants, then Luna's effort will go to naught. Even Jace and the others were already persuading Niccoli to behave and stop his antics. But no matter how hard his friends try to dissuade him, Niccoli was still sticking to his resolve. He keeps on thrashing frantically under Nero's grip. Nero was already occupied by fending off the attacks coming from the horde of the undead in all directions. Thus, after Niccoli's resolute thrashing away from his grip, he eventually lost his grip to Niccoli's collar and Niccoli was ended up left behind. "NOOOO!!!!! Sh*t! Why is this guy so hard-headed! F*ck!"

I snort with laughter. Nico wraps his hand around my neck and begins to squeeze. I can feel my windpipe beginning to collapse under the pressure of his hand. I can feel my blood rushing to my face as he squeezes harder. He turns my head so I am staring him in the eyes. His eyes are sparkling with danger, and I know this is the end for me. I am going to die on this back road in the middle of the forest. Nico is going to dump my body out here, and no one will find me.

We threw ourselves into the back seat as bullets pinged off the metal. “Drive!” I shouted. Nico collapsed against me the second the doors closed. His face was pale, lips almost gray. I ripped off my jacket and pressed it hard against his shoulder. “Stay with me,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Nico, please. Don’t you dare leave me right now.” He tried to smile but it came out as a grimace. “Told you… it was a trap.” “Shut up,” I whispered, tears blurring my vision. “Just shut up and keep breathing.”

Velma’s waiting hands. Tulio sobbed, terrified, calling for me, for Nico, but all I could hear was the ragged sound of Nico’s breath. His shoulder was a mess. Blood mixed with soot and ash, his skin blackened where the beam had struck. His chest rose and fell beneath me, too fast, too shallow. I held him close, gripping his torn shirt, my hands shaking. “Nico…” My voice broke as I pressed my forehead to his, our sweat mixing, my tears spilling onto his mouth. “Don’t you dare die on me,” I whispered, trembling. “Don’t you dare…”

We ran up the stairs of the front porch and as we entered Sal came around the corner and froze when he saw us. “What the fuck happened to you?” he dropped the plate he held in his hand, and it shattered on the carpet, spilling food all over the carpet. “Get out of my fucking way.” Nico growled at him, his eyes flashing yellow. He grabbed my arm and yanked me upstairs. “It’s nothing. Everything’s fine,” I yelled down to Sal. Nico opened my door, and we went to the bathroom together. I ripped off his shirt and he smirked at me. He helped me out of my clothes, his hands sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body as his fingers teased over my skin.