Young Netero Novels & Stories

Denver added Looks like they are currently completed. Some of their friends such as Nero and Aiko are here as well. "ORRRAYT !!!! THIS IS THE FIRST RULES" Nero suddenly appeared on stage. Tsk. Where will the rules they said go? The last time they added rules, the whole University just got into trouble. How about now? "FIRST RULE, NO MORE PDA HERE AT SCHOOL," Eh? It looks like Nero's rules are ok too. Sometimes what he says also makes sense although not all

Nero opened the Archturian communication device, which was shaped like a black smartphone but only half the size of an adult’s palm, with the Archturian crest on the back. “Not far from here.” Nero pointed back. “There.” Jo and Gemma exchanged glances, and they said almost at the same time. “That seems to be where I was going.” “I ran away from there.” Nero, who heard that answer, put on a face full of questions. He tucked the Archturian communicator into the pocket of his uniform and said, “This is just getting more and more interesting.” *

Ten A lot of the people I tutored were usually athletes. At the moment, I was sitting at a café, with one of the quarterbacks. A shadow fell over me. “Another conquest, Emmi?” I looked up and standing there was Nero. He was tall with jet black hair and had a scar over his eye. I sighed and glanced up at Carter, the blond football player I’d been helping. “Hey, how about I call you later and we can try this again?” I said.

Nero let out a low chuckle. “I know my limits. You forget, I like my women in one piece. Does she have a sister or friends?” he asked. “She’s got a little sister, she's seven. Her best friend is married to Zane. And I doubt he would tolerate scarecrows hovering around his wife.”I replied, taking a slow sip of my whiskey. “The little sister’s the same age as my niece. She’d love a new BFF,” Nero mused, exhaling smoke from his cigarette. “And what makes you think I’m a scarecrow?”He asks.

Everyone looked at it. Patricia Osei. He answered on speaker. "The federal submission went through forty minutes ago," she said. "Natalie's archive. All of it. The prosecutors have enough to dismantle the entire network." A pause. "But Damian. One of the prosecutors called me directly five minutes ago. There is something in the archive that is not going to the courts. Natalie flagged it separately. Marked it personal." Another pause. "It is a file on a child. A teenager. Seventeen years old. Currently living in London. The file says this child has been trying to find their biological family independently for two years and came within one degree of the network six months ago without knowing i

Hunter is a 17 year old boy that's a genius. He's smart, handsome, charming, sweet; everything to be the perfect boyfriend; the only down part of him is that he's too sassy and asocial. He always has those sassy comebacks and sometimes doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Bullies and jocks think just because he's a nerd that means they could walk all over him. But they're gonna get another thing coming; Hunter basically doesn't take other people's bullshit and he's not gonna start now.

He looked down. A circle. Wider than the one in the alley. Drawn in the same chalk and powder, the line unbroken all the way around him, and whatever was in it sat in the ground like something old and patient and completely uninterested in his opinion about it. He looked at the woman. She walked toward him. Stopped just outside the line. "Draven's son, of all the things to walk into our settlement." "My name is Nero." "I don't care what your name is."

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc

He sneered. The nerves, I don't care who he is, but I won't let him do this, I won't let him insult me. I was going to slap him again, but he held my arm. "Don't you dare raise a hand on me, ever again? Do not forget who I'm. It's funny how you acted like an innocent person but all these while you were and are a gold digger." He seems to enjoy calling me that. I tried to yank my hand out of his grip, but he was just too strong

He wore a black hoodie and jeans, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and he moved with this easy confidence. He spotted me and headed straight over. “Um… hi,” he said, his voice smooth. “Are you a student here?” I swallowed, suddenly aware of how messy my hair probably was after hours of stress. “Yes…” He exhaled, relief washing over his face. “Great. I was supposed to head to the principal’s office. I’m new—and I can’t find anyone to ask for directions. Everyone’s gone.” I blinked, then nodded. “Oh. Um… sure. The game’s tonight, so yeah, the place is kinda empty. I can take you there. It’s not far.”