Will And Nico Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" 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

"Hey—there you are. Took you long enough, Palmer. I'm starting to grey just standing here waiting for you." Nicole squinted at the blond as she approached him. "What? Why the hell would you be waiting for me?" Jason tossed a tired look of his own. "I'm supposed to be tutoring you, aren't I? You know Mister Willow doesn't joke." Nicole scoffed. "Don't tell me you're actually planning on listening to him. Not as if he'll know whether or not we are in fact studying together." Jason heaved a heavy, dramatic sigh. "Oh, Nicole. You're deeply mistaken. Once he sees your mark has nowhere near improved, he will know and he will give us far more than only a month-long detention."

"Stop worrying about her and focus on planning the engagement ceremony with Bianca. As for Jasmine Blakemore... I have my ways." "Picture the scandal. A girl so infatuated with her own stepbrother, she crawls into his bed every night." "When a sordid affair like that gets exposed in front of everyone at the engagement party, how could she ever show her face in public again?" "If she comes begging me then, I can just set her up somewhere else. She'll be my secret lover forever, a permanent penance." Nico's voice softened with pity as he tried to reason with him.

“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.”

“Stop pretending any of this was for me. You wanted the alliance, you wanted the power, and you wanted Bianca’s family standing behind yours. You made your decision because it gave you everything you needed.” Nico moved closer again, but this time he kept his hands at his sides. “Not everything.” My heart betrayed me by beating faster. “Don’t.” “You think I wanted to stand beside her?” “You said ‘I do.’” “I said what I needed to say.” “And then you kissed her.” Something sharp flashed across his face. “Do you think I enjoyed it?” “I don’t know what you enjoy anymore. I don’t know you anymore.” His control seemed to fracture for the first time. Nico turned away, dragging a hand over his jaw b

Brooke When I wake up in the morning, Iniko is in bed with me. He pulls me closer obviously wanting to snuggle, but I push him away and get up. “How long are you here for this time?” I ask, not quite looking at him. I can already feel the mate bond pulling me to get back in bed with him. “I’m not leaving again,” he says. “That’s what you said the last time. I guess we’ll see how today goes and who sends you running with your tail tucked between your legs this time,” I say, hearing him growl behind me as I walk into the bathroom.

Frankie says, dismissive, as he turns to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me with him to the living room. “I wish to hell you two would just run away and fuck each other like you obviously want to,” Nico grumbles, striding towards the master suite. “Just get it over with and take yourselves out of the equation.” But he doesn’t give either of us a chance to reply as he pulls open the door and moves inside, shutting it after him.

"I'll look forward to it." I blinked, totally bewildered. How many chapters of this story had I missed? Once she walked away, I turned to Jace as he packed up his brushes. "You do realize she's with Nico, right?" I warned him. "And Nico hates your guts. You better stay away from her if you don't want him making my life a living hell on the ice." "Relax, mom," Jace scoffed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "She just likes my artwork and wanted a portrait. It's really not that deep."

It would seem Nico and I have always been working toward the same goal we simply didn’t know it. “So, what do want to about the old asshole?” Nico asks as the driver pulls away form the spot we are holding his father. Another night of him refusing. I thought my father was stubborn but Nico’s father takes the cake. “Sometimes mother nature takes too long to the job and we have to move things along. Take matters into our hands.” I answer. “You really are a little psycho like the rumors say,” Nico gives a soft chuckle. “I’m glad we are on the same side. I didn’t think I’d like have a partner in crime, but I must confess you are one hell of a partner in crime to have.”

"You listened to Bianca's poison. You thought I only loved you out of gratitude. So you let your twin brother crawl into my bed to test me!" Nico's pupils shrunk. His lips trembled. "You realized I couldn't tell you apart, so you wanted to lock me up! Break my wings! Turn me into a pet that relies only on you!" My voice rose. Each sentence lashed his face like a whip. "You never loved me, Nico Russo," I said, my gaze boring into his. "You're just a possessive, sick bastard who needs to control everything." Nico looked like a corpse. He shook all over.