Nico Di Angelo Cosplay Novels & Stories

“You look like prey when you stand still too long.” I didn’t jump. I should have. Instead, my spine tightened, and I turned my head just enough to see him. Niko stood half a step behind me, close enough that his breath stirred the wisps of hair by my temple, far enough that if anyone looked, it would just seem like two strangers forced into proximity by the crowd. He wore a black shirt, opened the throat, had no tie, and had a jacket slung over one shoulder. Under the club’s lighting, the scar near his eyebrow looked like a faint, pale lightning strike.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

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.

It wasn’t her job to protect me from her boss being an asshole. So I started getting ready. When Angela returned, she narrowed her eyes slightly, realising I was already dressed. She didn’t comment, just nodded once and offered to help with my hair. I let her. She styled it neatly, added a touch of makeup because she knew I didn’t like too much, and stepped back to look at me with quiet approval. Then I left the room.... Of course, Nico was there, already dressed in a sharp suit. For a second I wondered if he ever left his station at the door, or if he just stood guard outside my bedroom twenty-four seven like some statue.

Angelo looked at Damian surprised then carefully stared at his eyes . " Damian.....Yes , Damian ! It's Damian , mommy is Damian . " said Angelo excitedly and went near Damian . " I don't blame you for not recognizing me . I was wearing a mask but you still had the feeling that you had seen me somewhere . I appreciate that . " said Damian with a smile . " I can't believe that my savior is such a cool and amazing person like you . " said Angelo . " And I can't believe that you are so brave to come here by yourself . How about coming and becoming my son instead of your father ? I can give you everything you want . " said Angelo .

“You are so naughty,'' Angelina's soft and teasing giggle rang in his head. He didn't know what to do! Today was one of the days for him to be embarrassed. They were cosplaying, with him being the naughty student and Angelina being the teacher. How did they get to this cosplay? His mom being his mom, brought out his embarrassing school days album; he was still wondering how she got it because he was 100% sure that he had hidden it well, except if his father snitched on him. Fuck! His album piqued Angelina's interest, and she innocently asked Jasmine - Nathaniel’s mom, if his uniform was still available. Without knowing what was running in her mind, he excitedly went to bring his high school

Music pulsed low—dark synthwave mixed with classical strings—creating an atmosphere that felt both elegant and predatory. Nico and the queens entered first. Black and crimson dominated their outfits—silver and deep violet accents glinting under the lights, leather and charcoal gray textures catching every movement. Matching fang wristbands gleamed on every left wrist: black leather, crimson/silver/violet fangs embossed in intricate detail. They walked as one—Nico in the center, Elara and Liora on either side (legs brushing his), Ravenna and Seraphina behind (hands linked), Celeste and Remy flanking like silent guardians.

“Mine.” Riccardo lifts one styled like a sleek Venetian phantom. “Mine.” Vincenzo holds a dark, angular one that looks like something a sinfully handsome villain would wear. “And mine.” I almost laugh. “You’re really doing this?” “We’re not being recognized,” Riccardo reminds me. “And you?” Nico asks, stepping closer. “You’ll go without a mask.” “Yeah yeah, I know. Because you want everyone to see who I belong to,” I say, mimicking them.

"Sir . " Nico put the gun away and Angelo seemed calm. Nico's eyes went softer when he looked at me and this time he didn't look angry. Angelo had shielded me in such a way that Nico couldn't see me properly . Angelo slid his arm around my waist and I flinched a bit in pain. "Nico this is Cleo. My girlfriend. " Nico looked at me and smiled. I broke the silence. "You're Nicolai's brother . You look like the slimmer version of him. What did Rachel say to you?"

“It’s nothing. Something long ago.” Hidi again smiled down at Nicoli with her eyes big and bright. “You came all the way to see Ana?” “Yup. I wanted to show her my costume.” And Nicoli extended his arms out as if to display it. “Oh, nice- you are…dirty?” “I’m a devil!” Nicoli corrected. But now he was getting worried. Do I look that bad? Nicoli noted the stains on his red pants. “At least, I’m supposed to be.” Nicoli then sighed.