Nico De Angelo Novels & Stories

He didn’t paid much attention to her picture and roam his eyes to the information. Sabrina Leonardo Parents : Leonardo Lee and Alice Greene 19 years old Studying Computer Science Current Boyfriend : Jackson Mateo No involvement in mafia Boyfriend is part of THE ICE group. The last information was enough to make his anger rise. So it could be 80% possibility that it was the doing of the ice. His sudden anger directed at the girl who was upstairs. His mind assumed many possibilities of her being involved in it. He firmly gripped the camera as he placed the Heading upstairs, he headed to the where she was locked up. Standing in front of the room. He unlocked the door almost soundlessly and tur

His clone, a much older version of him just got back from talking to the lady and has reported everything he wanted to know. "So she chose the hero after all," he giggled. "This will make me happy!" he yells, turning upside down, good thing he has got wings. "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to call your self Ni-se-mo-no! The angel who has got the loneliest eyes she has ever seen!" He sang and then laughs wickedly, announcing the wind of what is on his mind.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

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.

The phone cracked in his grip, pulse roared in his ears, and after that, silence—silence so large he could hear the thud of his own heartbeat. He began to unbutton his shirt. “You were saying...?” “No foreplay? Fine.” Alessandro sighed. “Yes, blah blah blah, Zayne, Gianna, yes. You’ve caught my interest. Somehow you’re even more of a pain in my ass than your fucking brother. So here’s the thing—I want you dead.” “Sad. Usually you’ll have to wait in line.” Nico zipped up the black hood. “But you’ve got a VIP card. Where should I meet you?”

Nick's POV After killing those bastard bodyguards I come back my mansion and entered my sister's room.. After her death I lock this room so Angelina can't enter here. I looked towards our family picture. Mom, my sister Nancy, her husband Zander, Alex and me.. It is the last picture we took before Nancy went Germany for a show. My sister was a singer, in fact a top singer. Not only a singer she was a designer. Zander, her husband was our father's friend's son. He was a businessman. Nancy and Zander used to love Nancy from their college days. After he joined their family business they got married. After a year Angelina born and became the apple of our eyes..

' I snarked cutting him off. 'You see.' she said getting off the counter and moving to the seat next to Angelo 'I love my ass but if I stay in bed all day like you it might get flat like the bimbos you fuck. And why would I do that to my precious ass?' She turned her head to Angelo. 'Who is you?' 'Angelo Novellican.' 'Hm, did he kidnap you as well?' 'No.' 'Are you sure?' 'Yes.'

All eyes are glued to her. “Hi,” Nico says, walking over to her with an extended hand, “I’m Niccolò, but my friends call me Nico.” She looks uncertain as she takes his hand. I almost want to roll my eyes. How does she pull off all these personalities? At one time she’s combative and sarcastic, another a seducer, but now, she is a fragile doll. “Corina.” “I know.” Rico strides over to stand next to Nico. “Enrico. You can call me Rico.”

“You. Keep Dante busy. Mislead him. If he even breathes near Via Sant’Angelo, I want you on his throat first.” Nico’s brows rose, lips twitching. “On his throat? That’s a first. Usually you ask me to dance around him, not strangle him.” “I don’t care if you dance, strangle, or serenade him,” I said flatly. “Just don’t let him get near Sant’Angelo. At any cost.” He chuckled low, leaning back with his usual smugness. “Consider it done. If I have to play the fool to keep his eyes off you, I’ll play it well.”

Nico “Lit the fire…Nico…” his voice was cold as ice, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the terrified little eight-year-old boy. “Be a man…lit the fire. You’re Alessandro Baldocchi’s son. Don’t be a pussy…” “Please…don’t do this….” the young woman tied to the pole wailed. “Please Alessandro…I will leave…I will take him and go away…please…”