Nico: Dead or Alive

Examining the bottom of death, Nico stood at the cliffs edge. Her long black cape blew in the wind as war became its decoration. Hands bound like a pet, fear of the unknown is a familiar recipe for Nico. Rory her captor, gave his gun to the goon behind him then kissed Nico. In love with death, he knew she had to pay for the slaying of his crew. Pinching her nipple, he let out a moan then took his gun back. His anger is the spawn of a new terror which keeps allies silent. Torn enemies took vengeance as she repaid their debts one by one. Blood seeping from her lip, the sun became an unpleasant devil. No tears for vengeful eyes, she knew death is the real cure. As she began to swallow the pain, Rory began his deadly prayer.

‘Death to you bitch, if I didn’t hate you I would fuck you before I kill you!’

Pushing her farther to the edge, Nico began to stumble. At that moment, she became whole again, like any other soldier. Her silence gave him caution as he pressed the gun to her temple. 

‘I love you, but you knew pay day was coming.’

Nico fell to her feet as she took in the fatal shot. Rory, let off another shot then tossed her over the cliff. Then as he began turning away, he looked back. 

‘Nico, I hope you know what you are doing’

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NicoLegend: Core Breed

The understanding became an assumption among many. The belief that she died long ago gave no comfort to enemies. In her company, heartbeats broke into rhythm as death became a passion. Her charm gave men an appetite for chocolate pussy even at death. Tears upon her sword, drew blood from life without a touch. From dark alleys to mountaintops Nico let them die with grace. As the body count led her closer to LoKen Dragon founder she began to see her brothers reflection.

Next part: 5/26/19

Chapter 1: We Met

I never knew that love would lead me down this road of heartache but it did. Gathering my hair into a bun, I sat looking into the mirror pressing my lips together to form the right shade of red. In the moment, of my beauty routine I brought a tissue to my right eye to blot a tear that began to glide into the crease of my lip. Its not normal for me to cry but today Jake made this possible. The man of my dreams, suddenly swept away by Amber a college girl who had perky tits, long blonde hair, and short skirts. In comparison my tits still round and bountiful reminded me of maturity not age. Moreover not a gray hair in sight, as I began to brush my long black hair. While sitting at my vanity desk made me feel like a princess, I always felt the need to have a prince by my side. However, I thought that prince would be Jake but I had mistaken his initial interest for real love.

At first glance, the instant introduction of Jake, made me frown at his youth. At 24 years old, he stood tall but cocky. His smile made everyone fall to him yet I was not amused. “Livia, can you train Jake today”, said the boss as Jake pulled up a chair and moved in close to view my screen. Sitting closely, he looked into my eyes as if he was amazed by some theatrical performance yet it was just me. “How long have you worked here?”, he asks as I boot my computer to show him the specifics of his job. Although, I don’t mind chatting I hate talking about my personal life. In this office, I am a mystery to the beasts that roam this floor that they call an working environment. Reluctant to answer, I replied “Three years unfortunately” he smiled then followed that question up with another one. This line of questioning made me raise a brow. I looked him over a little then noticed that his legs were moving back and forth as if he was nervous but I knew that he was trying to relax his cock. My pervy mind wondered why he was so horny, just sitting next to me but I tried to pay it no mind. We continued the training throughout the day and he kept looking at me suspiciously and then asked ” How old are you?” smiling as he waited for an answer, I began to regret training him. I wanted him to go away and never return but his presence made me feel admired. Although I could of just answered I didn’t and continued his training. As the day, came to an end I was able to fend off his line of questioning with no replies however I knew tomorrow would be more intense.

The very next day, he found out my age from the company website and couldn’t believe it. He looked at me with a grin then said you don’t look your age at all. Quickly I reminded him that he has to learn this job correctly and that I am not telling him nothing about my life. I sat in my chair, wondering what was his end game but I quickly shrugged it off. As days went on it was time for the company Christmas party. I really didn’t want to go but I did at the suggestion of Jake. I arrived at the party and sat at the bar table. The next person to arrive was Jake and the first question he asked me was “Are you married?”, sitting with arms folded as he interrogate me more. Now I am not sure how to feel, as I try to come up with a witty reply. “No I am not married”, I said in a soft tone looking into him. He smiled and continued his line of questioning. I sat there wondering what he could be thinking about, I know he is not going to ask me out that would be insane. However deep down, I am not opposed to a little insanity.