Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Fanart Cute

“Have fun at your family’s place, and remember not to come home late.” She groaned for the third time and walked away, leaving Dante and Nico alone. Nico watched his best friend, not bothering to hide his grin. “I never believed a day would come where the great Dante would be smiling over something that wasn’t the death of his enemies.” Dante rolled his eyes, walking downstairs with Nico trailing behind him. “I’m not made of stone, I can smile if I want to.” “And the thing with the hoodie?” Nico pressed. “I don’t want other men even catching a glimpse of what belongs to me,” He paused, glancing at Nico. “You should stop flirting with her and making those comments before I kill you.”

" Little Angelo Tosan Dellucci whispers with his little voice as Nina carries him to Caitrona for the family portrait photography. The camera man took a click of Caitrona and all her relatives and friends. Then lastly the camera man took a click and Adonis, Caitrona and little Dellucci. She looks deeply at Adonis eyes. "Thank you hubby, for loving me," she whispers to him. "We will always work towards happiness, and be always journey together..." he whispers back to her as he kisses her then Angelo's forehead. THE END!!! _ A/N : Oh good heavens, I don't know whether to laugh or to cry about Caitrona's desire coming to an end.

Because as a courtesan, our goal is to satisfy our customers. “Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh yes, that’s right, Devon. Suck my big black dick,” Angelo was tanned skin with semi-bald hair and prominent nose and eyebrows. I narrowed my eyes at him as he fucked me in the mouth. His dick smelled good. Well-kept yet not shaved. He pulled out his dick and passed me his drool. It was near to full as he gave his saliva. “Gargle it,” and I play it inside my mouth. He shoved it once more, and his cock continued poking inside me.

Then my gaze locked on him behind the bar. Nico. Twenty-three, maybe twenty-four. Lean, sharp-jawed, with messy black hair that fell into stormy gray eyes and a body that screamed trouble, tight black tank clinging to smooth, tattooed shoulders, low-slung jeans hugging a perfect bubble ass. He was pouring shots with a smirk that could make a man hard and murderous in the same breath. Handsome didn’t cover it. He was fucking edible. I stopped dead. “That one. Bring him to my booth.”

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

Kaylee is currently pacing around and Angelo has his lips pressed in a thin line and his arms folded. "Make that 300k." Gio looks over at Angelo, "Okay, 300k." Angelo raises an eyebrow at his son, Gio looks away. "How can I be sure this isn't a prank and that you actually know who and where she is?" Nico goes silent trying to remember something that will make Gio believe him, "She has a framed picture with who I presume is her sister. The other girl was wearing a red graduation gown." Gio remembers the picture that was always on Gianna's nightstand and it's now missing, "Okay, fine. I believe."

Camille’s POV – The air stuck in my chest and im unable to breathe. Staring at my reflection, my hands trembled aggressively as I held onto the edge of my vanity. I picked up my brush and struck it at the television. “Fuck I want her dead!” My chest is pumped faster and faster as my eyes bulge out with hate. My flawlessly painted lips are pushed into a narrow line. My mind keeps repeating the headlines. ‘A Love Like No Other: DM holding owner, Nico D’Angelo and his new wife, his appointed Ceo Pearl Cavil, Survive Another Attack!"

“I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer. “Dante Adriano Sol Di Angelo.” He uttered his name slowly. He was stroking his fingers while describing its meanings. “These two are angel wings. Di Angelo. My uncle used to call me Sol. He said the nickname suited me since I will be the head of the family in the future. It means sun. I assume you know how the sun works in the universe.” He jokes.

I said as I sat on the table. "Nico is unanimously known for his player ways, but he's actually a huge sadist, and has a soft spot for two girls who look like they're doing it. He likes being dominated and made less of a man as society would call it, if you ask me he's a real weirdo who's got money and can't make good friends, bad judgement and the worst when it comes to making decisions, hence the mommy's boy part but he's handsome, at least he's got that going for him," I said with a shrug, and while everyone else looked impressed, Gwen looked annoyed that I knew so much. However, the look Theo was giving me had me crossing my legs over the other.

They were clearly well cared for. Nico stood up politely. “Hello, sir.” Damiano gestured to a box placed beside him—fruit, healthy snacks, toys. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Nico.” “You’ve been very good,” Damiano said, signaling for a rare limited-edition race car. “This is for you.” Nico stepped back. “It’s too expensive.” Lucia smiled softly. “It’s from Signor Damiano. Take it—and say thank you.” “Thank you, Signor Damiano.”