Solangelo Fanfiction Nico Collapses Novels & Stories

“Probable. Until I hear otherwise, we treat it as certain.” Dante’s hand slid to my belly, fingers spreading wide, possessive, shaking. “Then the world ends at these walls. She doesn’t leave. Not for air, not for sunlight, not for anything.” Nico’s smirk curved, slow and dangerous. “Already done, brother.”

Jayden collapsed back against the wall, flushed, gasping, sweat glistening on his stomach. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to Nico. “I couldn’t hold it…” Nico just smirked. “I didn’t say I was mad.” Jayden looked up, confused. Nico licked his lips. “Now it’s my turn.” Jayden sat underneath me. His soft lips parted. Cheeks flushed. Nico was behind me—kneeling, stroking his cock slowly with one hand, gripping my ass with the other. “She’s all yours, Jay,” Nico said, voice low, almost a growl. “You get the front. This time.”

When Damon screaming and howls of pain persisted, Nico ordered the goons to take him back to the Manor and get Clara. Leaving him alone in the room that now smelled of smoke, blood, and the pudgy stench of open bodies, Fabio's painful growl still hit his ears. Nico sucked in his breath; This was just like he wanted it. He pulled off the mask, holding it in his left hand, loving the fresh air kissing past his face; he walked towards the table, picked up his cup, still dripping wine, and poured himself his lost dose. He took a sip, nodding his approval at the taste; he studied the wine bottle, holding the neck, shrugging; he walked around the table to a bloody Fabio gasping while pressing his

Nico growls—a low, animal sound that vibrates through the room. Victor’s hand clamps down on Nico’s arm so hard the muscle bulges. I sit up straighter. My voice is steady, even though my entire body is trembling. “You want me to beg you?” I whisper. “Then I will. But when I say your name tonight… it will be the last time you ever hear it from my mouth.” Antonio’s smile is small, broken, and strangely beautiful. “Begin.” Nico moves like lightning. He grabs my ankles and yanks me flat on my back.

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.”

So wasted that she could barely stand on her own. “Don't you ever…ever…hiccups…ever touch me!” Solange yelled with hiccups. Tears built in her eyes as she muffled her mouth. Luciano slammed the bottle on the counter. “You've…never loved me, Luciano!” “Stop it now…you are embarrassing yourself,'' Luciano said and held her by the waist. Solange scratched and clawed on him to be set free. She was causing a scene. Luciano managed to take her to the bedroom. Shoved her into the shower so she could take a cold shower and sober up.

My knee cracked against the marble floor with a sickening thud. Pain shot up my leg. I heard a sharp intake of breath from the crowd. But no one moved to help me. “Nico!” Bianca cried out in fake shock. “You were too rough!” But I saw the glint of satisfaction in her eyes. I pushed myself up, my knee screaming in protest. “Enough.” I brushed the dust from my pants and looked up at Nico. This time, I was furious. I met his terrified eyes, my voice like ice. “You want to know why I can sit here?”

, she said , with tears building up again in her eyes if they didn't believe her, especially Lucas. "By her you mean me right; you mean Nicole!", Nicole said fuming. This was the first time she was showing aggression for weeks. "You wanted me dead, you bitch!", she said, as she charged at her. All the frustration of being held captive for hours, the end of her friendship with Angela and the death of Charles, she poured out on her. She was the one who set the wheel in motion. Nicole had jumped on her, grabbing her hair and fighting her, when Lucas and Alpha White quickly jumped in to separate the both of them.

I look like the kind of girl men start wars over. The irony isn’t lost on me. The door knocks once, and without waiting, it swings open. These men!! I scream inwardly. What if I was still naked?? Oh come on, Elena! You're sounding like they haven't seen you naked so many times…. like you weren't fucked senseless by them just last night. I roll my eyes and stick out my tongue at no one in particular. Nico walks in first. Then stops. Dead. “Holy… fucking… hell.” His voice drops half an octave.

Nico looks up from his mobile, then hits the side button to close it down. I scurry around in the footwell placing everything back in my bag and release my seat belt. “Let me,” he says as he leans in close and presses the release button. I can smell his expensive musky cologne; it fills my nostrils. I catch myself inhaling deeper. Under other circumstances I might like the idea of fucking Nico Santangelo. However, it is what it is and my anger and disappointment take over. I slap his hand away, “I’ve got it. I’m not a distressed damsel.” He removes his hand as if I burnt him, making me feel guilty. That’s a new one on me, why do I even care?