Young Netero Novels & Stories

4 years ago "He is your bodyguard" Daniel Fernando, a 40-year-old Mexican mob boss introduced Nero to Chloe Johnson. Nero looked at the 18-year-old girl, with innocent blue eyes pleading him to protect her from Daniel. But Nero turned his eyes away from her beautiful face. He is here to kill Daniel, the Mexican mob boss. But no one knows who Nero is. His father made sure of it. Nero took over the outfit, which now covers the whole of America under his control, 4 years ago. Since then, he is working undercover, infiltrating all of his father's enemies.

“They are. And they have the best mother in the world.” I smiled, leaning into him. Nero stepped up beside us then, his familiar presence warm and steady. He had survived that terrible fall from the cliff five years ago…barely. The bullet had missed his heart by inches, but the drop had broken bones and nearly taken him from us. He had fought his way back, and now he stood here, smiling at the scene, still part of our family, still our loyal friend. “They’re growing,” Nero said softly, watching the boys swing at the piñata.

Scoffing disgustedly at the group of cowardly men, he turned and walked back to the center of the training field. "Head Elder, please begin the competition. As a member of the Riverside Pack, I'm willing to lay down my life to protect the Werewolf Mistress." He finished. Elder Nivane scrutinized the young man before him. He was rash and reckless, with good looks that could rival their Vampire Lord. However, he couldn't remember ever seeing him in the pack before. "You are?" "Nate. A gamma in training. I was out of the pack to negotiate the alliance with the Moonlit Pack and only returned yesterday."

----------------------------------------- NEET Answer me JULIA We are going to the hospital. ----------------------------------------- Hearing that I relaxed and put my focus on the little girl in my arms. ----------------------------------------- NEET Baby talk to me. NIA Mommy, it's hurting. NEET It will stop hurting soon *while stroking her hair* NIA You won't leave me alone? NEET No, I won't. Don't u wanna meet my family, your grandparents. NIA Y-yes but w-will they l i k e me. NEET Yes, darling, they will.

I rapidly get in my room and slam the door shut, causing an echoing bang. I don’t know what the actual fuck is wrong with that guy but I can be sassy too. I will show you, dear Eren Pedrosa. (ó﹏ò｡)

Norval and Luciana drew closer together to gather information. “All right, first up is Eadmer Todd. He's known as the "Prodigy from The North." He graduated as a first-class android mechanic from The Seolaran Academy of Arts, where he studies weapon technology. And, get this, he's just fourteen,” Jalon added, feigning surprise. “I'm guessing you'll be pitted against him Luciana,” he said. She questioned, "Why me?" He answered, "Well, let's just call it a gut feeling."

Celestina stalked towards me closer and whispered with glee into my ears. " Yes...that's right...That tongue belonged to Nico's first son.I just wonder what Nico has to say to that" My breath seized as Milo inserted. " You don't know Nero De Santoro.He isn't called the Mafia God for nothing.If he couldn't get to Nico,he figured he have to do it through Robert,his twenty year old first son." I was suddenly cold all over and I was shaking.God knows what Nico would do now as retaliation..My children..

“Well, I… No, but…” “Then I might have mercy on you.” He tosses up one shoulder casually before his eyes harden on my boys. “As for the rest of you—” “You promised me you’d let them go!” I pull myself together enough to inject the statement with venom. Nester waves a non-committal hand. “Well, that was before they killed nearly 900 people in my army. Now I need replacements.” He eyes the boys; from their buff builds to their stretching height to their clear capacity to be vicious. “And your boys seem like just the men for the job. They will be chained in the chapel for the ceremony, then after, I will turn all of them.”

“We found him.” --- *Sub-Level 4* The ice door shattered. Not from Kieran. From the _inside_. Standing there was a boy. 12 years old. Black hair to his shoulders. Skin so pale it was blue. Wearing a hospital gown. Bare feet on ice. Not cold. He _was_ cold. Silver eyes. Not molten like Rylan’s. Not fire like Lyra’s. _Absolute zero_. “Project 5,” the boy said. “But my name is _Nero_.”

He asked the artist again who seemed to be silent for a moment. "Are you sure?" Gregorio asked the young man as he played with his fingers. He already knew who his fourth victim would be. "Yes, Sir!" Noel answered quickly. "All right, go with Mang Nestor tomorrow morning." "Yahoo!" Noel said cheerfully, and he asked his fellow students what else they wanted to buy. "Just buy junk foods," they replied. "Okay, noted guys!" "Mang Nestor, you can rest now. You and Noel will leave early morning tomorrow."