Nico Di Angelo Cosplay Novels & Stories

I asked Anthony. “I can’t be Jonathan Baker, Esquire, without the signature blonde hair,” he said, grinning from ear to ear as he adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses. “You make a horrible blonde.” “And black hair does not suit you, nor that pencil-thin mustache.” Like the psychos they were, Anthony, Simone, and Nori dressed like us for Halloween. Even Nori had a leather biker cut with patches and riding boots. “I think it’s safe to say we won,” Simone teased.

“This is Nico, right? Is he a model? I assumed he is an old man.” The man who seems to be Nico curls his lips into an amused smile that radiates confidence. “Oh, I guess you understand attractiveness better than my friend here,” he says, sitting with us at the table. “Don’t feed his ego, Cassie,” Liam warns. “I’m Nico,” the attractive man introduces himself, offering his hand to me. “A fashion model.” I shake it and he holds my hand a little too long–making me notice he has deep brown eyes which make him look as if he is always thinking of mischief.

But the odor has concealed his presence for them not to quickly notice them. All of them angled their head towards the speaker. Angelo, as what they could describe him, became completely owned by change. His wearing a hat resembling a magician’s hat; he stole it from his deceased master whom he killed; draped around him is a pitch-black coat; his fingers nails had grown long and undeniably sharp; his eyeballs are too large that it appears to be out of proportion compared to the rest of his facial attributes. But what attracted their attention the most is his skin peeling itself off its flesh.

Nico: "Babe. Breathe." He was mopping. I was folding laundry that was already folded. We moved the couch 3 times. We hid the laundry basket in the closet. We put out the GOOD plates. Not the paper ones. Nico: "What should I wear?" Me: "Not that black shirt. You look like you want trouble." Nico: "I DO want trouble." Me: "NICO." Nico: "Okay okay. Blue shirt." He wore the blue shirt. Looked like a husband.

Angelo’s POV I had imagined this moment many times before in the past, but it’s a lot different now that I was living it than it was in my head. In my imagination, it was a much bigger event, maybe at a different destination. My brother did have a flair for these sorts of things, but now we were at the hall in the mansion. I saw Nico from across the room, with his hands around the shoulders of an older woman, whispering something in her ear. When he met my gaze, he waved at me and began to walk towards us. Lorenzo hadn’t left my side all day. The only place he hadn’t followed me to yet was the bathroom. His hawk-like eyes scanned the whole room, determined to be my bodyguard all night.

Mia nodded her agreement, a silent angel aware of everything around her; although quiet, her presence was pretty loud. Nico stood beside me, "Close your eyes as I send it back to the stars." They obeyed immediately. "Seriously, Nico, Baby Yoda?" I turned to glare at him, He grinned, "Come on, it's harmless, the miscreants are safe, and my perfection will be void of fingerprints," "That's vile." "Right?" He let the brush run down my face, "Call this my villain arc then." "Dad," Matteo whispered, "Can I open my eyes now?"

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.

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.

Nico took me to a beautiful and fancy restaurant. The view from the restaurant is so much better. We’re on a cliff and the view showed us the perfect view of what I imagined if Paradise existed. Nico ordered it for us and he insisted on me wearing a dress and he complained when I’m wearing a fuck me dress. It’s a light blue dress with lots of cuts that expose my sexy body. Nico hated it and asked to change but I ignored him. “Do we have to make a reservation here?” I asked.

And there, standing on the other end of the table, holding a bouquet of deep red roses, was Nico. I hadn't really seen his face in bright light before, only in the shadows and neon glow of Club Eden. But now, under the soft golden lighting of the candles, I could see everything clearly. His skin was smooth and flawless, the kind that spoke of expensive skincare routines and good genetics. He wore a white two-piece linen suit that made him look like an angel: crisp, clean, and entirely at odds with the devil I knew him to be. The jacket was tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders, and the pants broke just right over his shoes. His dark hair was styled back, and when he smiled at me, it was