How Tall Is Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

I just shook my head as we continued walking. "Nadia!" Angelo shouted excitedly when he saw her. He ran over and hugged her tightly. And even if I didn't want to, I felt a twinge of irritation. I didn't like any guy hugging her—even if he was just a kid. Even though Angelo was only ten, he already looked like a teenager—big for his age. I didn't get why Angel was so small. The kid never really talked about their family, so I had no clue who they took after.

‘til now, I had only read about him on the internet. “Miss Sanchez??” I'm pulled out of my head by Anastasia's voice. “Hmm??” I hummed, looking at her to repeat whatever it was that she had just said. “I asked if you would like something to drink??” “Just water would be fine, thank you” I told her and she left, leaving me alone with Nico. I had never really met the man and he was rarely on the news but looking at him now, I couldn't help but take note of the similarities him and Dino shared with their father. Black thick long hair, dangerously deep grey eyes, perfect eyebrows and a sharp jawline except his was covered by a stubble… they were a handsome bunch, that much I wasn't ashamed to ad

“I’ve made my decision.” Nico studied me for a long moment before speaking again. “How old is she, anyway? You keep saying she’s too young, but how young are we talking?” “Almost Twenty,” I admitted reluctantly. Marco snorted. “Twenty? That’s not that young, Angelo. What are you, thirty-two? Thirty-three? You’re not exactly ancient.” I shot him a glare. “It’s not about the age difference. She’s been through enough already. I’m not going to make things worse for her.”

Disgusting. “Looks like she tried to escape” whispers another voice, his jaw tight as I turn to look at him. Angelo. One of my associates as well an heir to the Manocchino family, his brother Antonio now next to him. Their emerald, green eyes, blonde hair and muscled frame, standing 6’4 in height. My brother Lucia next to them, his blue eyes and black hair framing his face, his frame as well as mine muscled and quite tall, 6’4 to be exact.

Angelo, thinking about the old man again, brought a heavy sigh and exhaled it heavily, a little bit depress. His beautiful black phoenix eyes was inexplinaxly dull for a moment when he stared at Peerce face that a confused expression was visibly written into its refined and sharp face, his mood dampened more after seeing this. Inhaling and exhaling once again, he gathered up his courage and straightened up his back. His short frame with nearly 184 cm height or 1.84 m, despite the thin and slender body had a moment of determined arrogance with a little bit of dominance as a quick thought flash through his mind.

At the same time, he was also a popular figure on campus. I stood up, smiled, and greeted him politely. I looked up to him, and I had always been respectful toward talented people. He approached me until he was two steps away from me. Then, he leaned in and asked me, with a wide grin, why I was sulking alone. Nico was very tall, if not just as tall as Colin. He was lankier, unlike the muscular Colin. I wonder if he was sick or simply had pale skin. Overall, he looked like a spoiled rich kid who had no idea about mortal suffering.

In her mind, there is only one goal, which is to go back to sleep soon and forget about other things. Massimo Francesco Alonso: “Abby? Are you there?” That man, who has a height of one hundred and ninety-six centimetres tall, was astonished because there was no answer from the other side. Meanwhile, the owner of the name seemed to deliberately ignore the caller and was now laying her body back down on the soft bed. She was ready to return to dreamland. Massimo Francesco Alonso: “Abby? I want to bring food and drink from here. Do you want to order something, so I will take it away for you?”

He replied briefly. “Good. By the way, I noticed you have taken an interest in one of our staff. Now as the manager, I need to kindly ask you to be more respectful and maintain the distance. Is that okay with you, sir?” Angelo was a bit taken aback by this statement, but then he chuckled. “You must have a daughter yourself, huh? Okay, don’t worry. I am not a bad guy, I won’t do anything to her.” He replied. Nicolo was a bit skeptical, but then he gave him a polite smile.

Then my gaze locked on him behind the bar. Nico. Twenty-three, maybe twenty-four. Lean, sharp-jawed, with messy black hair that fell into stormy gray eyes and a body that screamed trouble, tight black tank clinging to smooth, tattooed shoulders, low-slung jeans hugging a perfect bubble ass. He was pouring shots with a smirk that could make a man hard and murderous in the same breath. Handsome didn’t cover it. He was fucking edible. I stopped dead. “That one. Bring him to my booth.”

Nikka asked excitedly. “2cm. I'm 180 cm now. How about you Nikka?” Yui replied. “Oh, that's why you got taller. I'm 173 cm now, just added by merely one cm. How about you Nathan?” Nathan looked at them in pouting. “I'm 163 cm.” he said in low in spirit. Nikka suddenly laughed at him. Then make a fun of him, while circling him. “What a shrimp, a tiny shrimp. Hahaha!”