Nico Di Angelo Aesthetic Novels & Stories

There’s something about the way he sits, like the space belongs to him, like I belong to him. I fumble with the folds of my dress, smoothing out imagined wrinkles. A distraction. A lifeline. But it doesn’t last. Nico leans forward, the leather groaning beneath him, and grabs my jaw with one large hand. Rough, calloused fingers dig into my skin as he turns my head side to side like he's inspecting merchandise. His eyes are unreadable. Cold. Calculating. “Pretty,” he murmurs, almost absentmindedly. Not a compliment, an evaluation. Like he's pleased with his purchase.

I don’t think he was expecting this. “This is beautiful,” I murmured in appreciation. “Caelian must have done this,” he grimaced. “Yeah, this doesn’t seem like it would be your thing. Especially not red roses and candles.” I made a face, unable to hide my sarcasm as I walked over to the glass wall. It was beautiful outside. “I don’t do romance.” Nico’s voice was hard, laced with a warning that made me press my legs together. I inhaled deeply and then turned to face him.

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

Angelo eyes lowered, with his delicate shoulders slumped lazily and its delicae white nape expose because of the uniform getting messed up after he slept, he gave off a feeling of indifference and boredom like he didnt care of the world or the happenings outside or inside the clinic at all but, that is, if you can ignore that fidgeting hand that even if his hands was all properly covered up, it still can be seen judging by the blanket bulge and the quick sneaky movement coming from where did he put his hands under to hide from the two guys gaze. Hades look at his twin mate that can also be regarded as also 'his mate', the white delicate nape that was exposed was leaking a slight sweet pherom

Nico’s eyes dragged over me, slow and slimy, stopping at the curve of my hips. “Amara, amore.Don't act like you don't know me . I see marriage has made you even more beautiful.” Nero’s jaw ticked once — lethal. I leaned into Nero deliberately.I felt him freeze, surprised.He looked at me.I stared back , squeezing his muscled palm with mine.He's was still dry but mine was all sweaty and clammy.He relaxed then and squeezed back. I spoke up then . “I'm afraid you must be confusing beauty with disgust.Nico Salvador”

he responded, winking at me as I stared at him. When did we talk about this? Last I checked, we argued about the color and ended up not agreeing with each other. Hearing his remark about it, knowing we never discussed it, made me grin. Angelo seemed to have changed more than I ever thought possible. "Isn't that right, Annika?" I blinked at the question before nodding. "Exactly. We want to create a sleek, modern look with a hint of luxury." I smiled at him, the first genuine smile I had given him since we met. I felt like this Angelo doesn't seem so bad.

Of course he would figure out where I am, despite covering my scent and tracks. "Who's Lana?" Nico grunts out still being domineered by Angels power. I flash him a small smile, feeling my heart swell in my chest even if I do fear for my mates life. He's a warrior. He was born for war. "I am." Turning around I ignore the hundreds of bowing people, immediately spotting my mate as he storms through the sea of soldiers who cower away at the sight of him. His eyes blood red, his bloodlust obvious as his temper is wild. He's topless, wearing only a pair of loose basketball shorts that hang low on his hips, his entire muscular upper body carved by the gods on show to everyone. He walks with power,

Angelo is there, in his sharp suit and a grin plastered across his face like he owns the entire city. “Ricardo,” he greets, clasping my hand firmly before his gaze slides to Lana. “Wow. Just, wow!” I watch the way his eyes linger on her, the way his grin falters for a fraction of a second. That’s the way everyone is going to look at her. Because Lana isn’t just beauty; she’s fire. She burns through the room without trying, and no one escapes untouched. “Lana,” Angelo says softly and almost with reverent.

When Sophie's gaze meet her twin's she gasped in wonder 'What a beauty' she thought, she doesn't know what to say, if one were to compare Adonis with Jamie's beauty now, Jamie would be like a rag compared to the male here, Angelo is expremely beautiful with his silver hair, beautiful angular face, silver eyes and eyebrows, red lips, pointed nose but if one want to compare him with Adonis, Angelo will be 'not bad'.

“You two are going to be…” Nicolas let go of Angelina and getting down on his knee in front of Aiden, he grabbed him by his collar and forced him to look him in the eye “come again?” “Tyler?” He asked, frowning in confusion. “Nicolas D’Angelo” Nicolas answered coldly. He grabbed his chin, and digging his fingers in his jaw, the man flinched, trying to move from his grip; however, Nicolas simply tightened it, drawing out blood. I looked at Dante who glared at me, clearly annoyed by what he just saw happening, but putting a hand on my waist, his touch was gentle despite the anger “what are you going to do?”