Nico Di Angelo Cosplay Novels & Stories

“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.”

All of them were putting on black turtle neck shirts, black jacket, black pants and black boots. They looked beautiful and dangerous at the same time. “Anytime they are dressed like this, just know they are going on a mission.” Cosima whispered to me. I nodded. I could see their guns peeking from their waistbands. Nico plastered a smile on his face when he saw me. “Darling… how are you feeling now?” He pulled me into his arms. “I am okay.” My voice came out muffled. Matteo pushed Nico away from me and hugged me. I was beyond surprised.

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.

He removes his finger and thumb from my face. “I will not dress to match you.” I hiss at him. He chuckles throwing his head back and laughs, it’s deep and throaty, even his laugh is sexy. I hate that about a man, don’t you? When you can’t stand the person and everything they stand for, but your body wants them so bad, they look too good, like candy in a gorgeous box that is tempting but evil as sin to your body. That is Nico Santangelo, he is the devil in disguise, he is all things evil and dark.

Josh whines. Nancy, wearing a soft lilac dress with delicate lace details, smiled warmly. Reina, in a midnight blue dress that shimmered in the sunlight, adjusted her hair while glancing at Logan. The way they exchanged looks made me smile—they were in their own little world. I caught Nick’s gaze across the room. He looked like an Alpha already—tall, broad-shouldered, in a crisp black tux, his tie matching the red of my gown. His blue eyes, so vivid against his dark hair, were fixed on me, and I felt a thrill run through my chest.

" Nico let her go now ." I opened my eyes and what I saw left me at a loss for words . " Cleo are you okay. " "I'm fine Carlo what's going on? " I looked at him seriously and be respectfully responded "Angelo had relapsed and started using last week . He's on the road to recovery. I'm just removing every temptation. He hid it from Luigi but when, I found him passed out a couple of hours before the dinner party at the Luigi .He stopped and he's been on the straightened arrow . "

Just to infuriate us further, Alex added. "Both of you make sure to stay far away from me, cuz I want to impress girls today but that won't be possible if you guys are near because they will get scared of your ugliness" I ignored him, knowing very well that they loved to mess with us. I didn't doubt that Alex will pull out a few tricks and try and impress any female of his age, 100 feet near him. "Is this a lip balm. It is white in colour maybe I can use this to soften my lips." I turned around to see Angelo holding an eye primer and applying it onto his lips. Both me and Serena were shocked, but soon we both started laughing looking at Angelo's new look.

I pass the baby to him. Niko cradles Angelo to his chest with one arm, the other going to the back of his head. “Why are you crying? Hmm? You're a big boy and big boys don’t cry" He murmured lowly but I heard him as I am close to the door "Why don’t you come with me, let's give your mama some peace yes? That’s a good boy” he mummers to a still crying Angelo who is now looking at his papa, a fat tear hanging on his eyelash.

His face this time really looks annoying, especially if the mask that covers his face is removed, of course it will make anyone who sees it even more emotional. "So what? Don't you dare to do it at all? Or maybe you're really trying to poison Mr. Walter, aren't you, or maybe you're just a coward?” Nicko cried defiantly, lifting his chin up. The longer the young man in the superhero costume the more it makes Mr. Leon angry. The man's eyes grew wider, and his cheeks puffed and puffed, just like a toad bulging. “Bastard!” Mr. Leon cursed.

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.”