Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Aesthetic

It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim light. “Is it all there?” the stranger asks, the question directed at his men rifling through the eight bags at his feet. “It’s all there, boss,” one of them confirms with a tip of his head. Nico stands still, hands clasped in front of him as he stares ahead at his client. The other man nods, jaw ticking as he holds Nico’s gaze for a beat too long which would make any normal person uncomfortable. But Nico isn’t a normal person—he’s a psychopath incapable of feeling an ounce of emotion. He’s the perfect capo for Angelo because he will get the job done, no matter what, with no remorse or fear of the outcome. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m lookin

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

My brows lifted slightly. “Oh,” I said flatly. “How charming.” Nico winced. “He’s… Dante. You know how he is.” “Cold, arrogant, does the thinking with muscle not mind?” “I did not say that,” he replied, and it was to his credit that he did not smile. I did though. A little.

I hope that can change with Violetta being in Sofia’s life. I push thoughts of my sister aside for the moment and focus on my current task. Nico has invited me to some clinic that hasn’t even opened up. I look at the name on the door that reads Angel Clinic. I’m intrigued in what Nico is scheming. Nico is a good businessman. His understanding of financial and investments is impressive. The three of us each bring a strength to our trinity. The Italian trinity that is going to make sure we solidify our place in the underworld.

I have been with Nico for a few weeks now and we just keep going and going for the stalking. "I fucking want him, I want to get Linux out of Jirou's grasp," she whispered and ruffles her own hair. Luxian gaze at her properly, watching everything she does. Nico is really enthralling, she looks so innocent but she made sure that her appearance will not look like that. She put piercings, tattoos but seeing her gazing at them with that, she really does look like innocent. She looks like a lost puppy as she gazes at them.

‘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

They stood outside and watched the colorful light inside change its colors. “Soon” his brother replied with a proud smile. “Good, cos I'll like to fuck some bitches here,” Angelo responded. He was the playboy between them. With his dark black hair, pointed nose, small pink lips, and chiseled face, he was sure to get the ladies to fawn over him and he used it to his advantage. He had bedded more than half of the rich and ladies in the city, after all, they came to him.

JULIET POV I think my jaw is hanging on the floor. Why the hell have I not seen any videos of Arcangelo performing online? Or his songs on a streaming platform? His voice rings out in the bar in low, deep, and rough tones. It caresses my skin in slow sensuality and tiny pinpricks of electricity. Alonso's body is a wall behind me, and it's like I can feel every muscle as Arcangelo's words drift over us. I saw you standing in a side street

Her fingernails resembled claws, curved and sharp. I was saved from answering by Nicco who climbed into the limo, pissed. “What are you doing here, Angelica?” His voice was hard and flat. “I wanted to be the first to greet you after your long trip,” she answered in a breathless tone, nothing like the one she spoke to me in. She leaned forward, showing off her cleavage. “You should have stayed home,” Nicco said, firmly. “I thought I made myself perfectly clear.”

“I prefer something… less barbaric.” Nico’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Barbaric?” He nodded towards the ring. “These men are fighting for glory and for money, Ms. Romano. This is as real as it gets. But I suppose a woman like you wouldn’t understand that.” Elena arched an eyebrow. “You’d be surprised what a woman like me understands.” The smile slipped, replaced by a calculating gleam in Nico’s eyes. He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her up and down.