Bianca And Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

I need this. Latia's POV I squeeze myself out of the crowd,searching for Casendra. I look around, and I see her talking with a blonde guy. I make my way towards her and cling onto her arm. Latia, you were dancing with that Greek God, and How can you be so stupid, touching his perfect jaw, his lips? Stupid Stupid...

"That first night? Nico and I fucked in your study until dawn. We did it right on top of your precious Venice Biennale blueprints." My fingers twitched. "He said my tits are bigger and I'm a better lay." She sneered. "And watching you get played for a fool by those brothers the next morning? It was hilarious." I scoffed. "And how do you know it was Nico fucking you? How do you know it wasn't Marco?" Bianca's face twisted. "What the hell are you talking about?" "They're identical twins. In the dark, can you really tell?" I tilted my head, smirking. "Maybe you're just flattering yourself."

If Zade was here, he would have called her a fucking idiot in three different languages. Angel’s hand wrapped around the tube and began to glow white, clearly transferring heat from her light into the tube. It was a conductor of heat, so Bianca’s growls and cries were expected. Angel let up after a few moments. “Be specific and elaborate. What were you to each other?” she demanded. “We were partners. Business ventures and sometimes sexually. People would come to us if they needed shit done, and we’d get it done,” Bianca explained quickly, clearly hoping that her answer would save her from additional pain.

Vincent asked kindly. “Please... Can I stay with you? I don't want to stay in that hotel anymore,” Bianca said with a pleading face. Vincent fell silent for a moment while thinking. “Of course. You can stay with me,” he said, smiling. “Oh, my God! Thank you! I love you!” Bianca said with a cheerful smile as she hugged him. Her heart is thudding; she is so happy. Vincent's face turned sad behind her hug. He had a plan in mind. He will use Bianca to take revenge on Angela.

I ordered sharply. "Who was the woman?" Creed asked, his brow furrowed. "Angelina's mother." Creed's mouth formed a silent 'O' of understanding before he quickly followed Gabriel out of the room to run the plates. Exactly thirty minutes later, they walked back in, looking completely relaxed. "Angelina and her mother are currently staying at an apartment belonging to Mrs. Anthony. She's an old friend of Lucia's. Apparently, Lucia and her youngest daughter flew into Rome this weekend for a sudden holiday," Gabriel reported smoothly.

The brunette model swirled around, the bow on her bust looking magnificent, the flowery designer sticking out and glittering- how special things could be when used in the right way. There was thundering applauds, Amelia couldn't believe it, they all loved it. Then a man stood up, anyone would know who this man was, it was Felicio Mangano, the owner of Black Textiles; a huge firm producing all sort of materials, the very best and most popular in the whole world. Their prices were cut-neck. Besides that, Felicio was a world known multi billionaire and a popular movie director. Mics where set before him by reporters as he spoke.

"That day, you asked me what do I do or living. Yes I have the engineering firms, and I am the biggest supplier for engineering instruments in the region. But it’s all a mask. It’s a camouflage, to hide the real me. The real Lucas David. I... I am the Mafia. I rule the underworld, in this country and foreign too. I hold more than 80% shares in the black market. I have my hands dirtied and strained in the blood. I have inhaled guns smoke. I have killed more people than my age. I deal in all black and white. And if you agree to be a part of my life, you will be automatically entitled as part of Mafia. Do you think you can live your life with a stained person like me"? Lucas held his hands reve

Nikola slowly scanned the room, girls practically drooling over him as he glanced in their direction, but then he spotted me and started walking in my direction and he stood a few steps away from me. He gazed at me without breaking eyes contact, He then looked me up and down before before my father started approaching us. "Mr Hernando, It's nice to see you again", My father blurted out, reminding him that they had met before I had never witnessed my father so unprofessional; I could see him trying to hide his fear. "Yes and you what is your name he asked me,I was slightly taken back," Marylin Diaz, I said. Then my father hurriedly said to me, "This is Nikola Hernando", It seems like he was m

The nurse said and smiled at her sweetly. “Yes, This is John Blaire Castillejo II. Yes, she is my wife.” Claire heard the man while talking to the other line. Their eyes met when she looked at him. “One moment please.” He said then put down his phone. “I’ll be back.” He said and went out the ward. “You must be very lucky.” The nurse said while writing on her record sheet. She just smiled because she doesn't even know what she is talking about. “Everyone is dying to be the wife of the rich and handsome Mr. John Blaire Castillejo of JBC Corporation.” She continued.

“In this case, the shit you are referring to is your little brother.” “He’s always been a little shit to me.” Mike laughed, and then his gaze fell on me. “Who is this beauty?” Nico wrapped his arm around my waist, his fingers digging into my hip. “This is Lila Falcone.” He's eyes grew wide, his lips twitching at the corner. “The Lila Falcone?” Nico and I both stiffened, but I gathered all my courage and smiled as I held my hand out to him. “It seems like my reputation precedes me.”