Solangelo Fanfiction Nico Collapses Novels & Stories

Just like that, Nico spins me towards him, and with a tug on my wrist, he pulls me closer to him. I stumble and crash against a hard surface, my hands instinctively shooting forward. I lift my eyes to see myself sprawled on his chest, clinging to the thick fabric even if I so much want to pull away. Nico says nothing, almost like he's waiting for something. The look in his eyes is dark and unfathomable.

I fell down on my knees, holding Nico’s black ring… I staed at my father with disgust and hate… “Nico…” I said before everything went blur…

Arie’s POV Nico reached me before the first pieces of glass struck the ground. His arm closed around my waist, dragging me against him as he threw both of us behind the broken fountain. We landed hard against the stone floor, his body covering mine while fragments rained over his back. A second gunshot tore through the greenhouse. The bullet struck the fountain precisely where I had been standing moments earlier. “Stay down.” Nico’s voice was no longer quiet or teasing. It carried the ruthless authority of the man who controlled the Contini empire.

“Go on. Tell him. Tell my brother, Darling. Let him know he's not all that.” “I’m gonna come, Niccolo,” I shouted. My legs shivered and trembled, my body vibrated against him as I released the day’s pent-up desire out into his hand. He rubbed my clit in slow circles, prolonging this intense feeling. There was no way I could save these pants. I squirted more come than I thought I could from this. His grip on my throat got even tighter, making my vision go white for a brief second. “Holy shit, Niccolo. I'm so proud of you. Are you recording this? What face is she—” There was a beep, and Nero’s voice was cut off.

“You are just a coward. A mere...filthy coward.” The blade glides again, this time deeper. Her body shuddered and her limbs trembled from the effort of holding herself together. Blood started welling to the surface. Warm and sticky, trailing down her arm in slow motion. Nora thought they looked like lazy ribbons. Her vision was swaying and the edges dimming. The whole room tilted. With one last frustrated shove, Dante knocked her back down. Her body hit the floor hard with a lifeless thud. She barely registered the impact. She was too numb to sense anything.

Receiving various scoldings and intimidation from Nicolas made Dianne refresh her mind on this rooftop. After Nicolas' accident and amnesia, Dianne almost never went to the roof of the company building anymore. Of course, it was because he never scolded her again, especially since Nicolas had fallen in love with her. But now, the girl was back here when Nicolas' memory had returned. "Hell no!!!" Dianne shouted loudly at the cityscape. The wind made her hair and the hem of her shirt flutter, here Dianne was free to scream as loud as she could without anyone hearing and without having to restrain herself.

“You’re still my Sottocapo, my Consigliere, and I demand you act like it!” “Just hit me now, then. Because I can't stop thinking about her! I've tried, but she's everything to me, Vince. She doesn’t want to listen. She ignores me!” Nico opened his arms, swaying, barely able to keep his balance. “Knock me out. I need it. I need to lose consciousness for a while.”

"I watched you eat a seven-inch sub sandwich in one bite, Jer," Niko teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he guided his thick shaft into my mouth. "This won't be a problem for you." I shook my head, gagging slightly as he thrust. Nope... not a problem I couldn't handle. Jeremy Jacobson is the weakest link on the Westbrook University hockey team, he’s timid, insecure, and trapped in a toxic, hidden relationship with the team’s golden-boy captain, Axel Carter—the same guy who used to bully him and now completely owns him. But the game changes when Niko Archer storms into his life. Niko is everything Axel isn't: an openly gay former captain, a self-proclaimed bad boy, and exceptionally g

he said softly. “I know.” “And neither did you.” Elara shook her head. “No. But that doesn’t make it any less real.” Below them, one of the horses let out a sharp, echoing call. Nico winced. A sudden spike of pain hit behind his eyes—sharp, blinding. He staggered slightly, gripping the railing. “Nico—?” “I’m fine,” he muttered, though his voice tightened. But he wasn’t. For a split second— The world shifted.

"Do you take me for a fool, Bianca? I haven't even settled the score for what you did before, and here you are trying to hurt her again." Nico turned to see me on my knees, my hands trembling as I tried to piece together the shattered glass of the screen. The shards sliced into my fingers, and bright red blood began to drip onto the floor. But I couldn't feel the pain. "My phone… My notes… My Niccolo… It's gone. It's all gone." Nico ignored Bianca and rushed to my side, grabbing my bloody hands. "Elena, stop! Don't touch it!" His voice was shaking. "I'm right here. Your Niccolo is right here."