Nico Di Angelo Fanart Novels & Stories

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

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 .

“Baby, you get diamonds. That’s your titty card.” The girl laughed, drunk as hell, pressing the card against her chest and blowing a kiss. “Who’s next?” Vincenzo said, spinning another card toward a girl grinding in Miguel’s lap, even though he was already half-dead. Angelo didn’t move. He sat near the balcony doors, one arm draped over the chair, the other holding a cigarette. Smoke curled from his lips as he watched the city. Lights blinked far off, slow and steady. Cars honked below, but nothing serious. Not yet.

Boys our age just wanted one thing, and it definitely isn't a picture of prom. As usual, I search for the Moretti triplets. And as usual, I find a post of the three of them together. They're so different from each other. Alonso Moretti is the star quarterback with the ripped body and the naughty gleam in his eyes. He probably bags chicks just by flexing his biceps and smirking at them. Arcangelo is the musical genius. He looks dark and brooding with mysterious eyes and a sensual pull to his mouth. Tattoos run up the length of both his muscular arms, different designs of flowers and musical notes.

I always hated those things unless I was a little bit buzzed. But it somehow made me feel relaxed. “She smokes,” someone said from the balcony right next to Nero’s. It was smaller than the one I was in, but it was still spacious. It was Nico. He was in dark clothes that made him blend into the darkness. He looked just as dangerous, if not more dangerous, than Nero. He was also full of tattoos, and that empty smile of his was on his face. “So my fratellino finally let you out. I told him you don’t have what it takes to pull off something like that.” He said, “Trust me, that’s a compliment.”

"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?"

Dim, ambient lighting from designer sconces and a modern chandelier casts a warm glow, completing the room’s atmosphere: refined, dangerous, and undeniably captivating. Framed pictures of himself, vintage cars, and cityscapes hang on the walls, hinting at power, legacy, and control. One picture catches my attention. It's a picture of Nico hugging a very beautiful girl from the back, and laughing happily. I suddenly feel a pang of jealousy, and I turn toward him. “Who is she, Nico??”

“You? Helping someone out of the goodness of your heart? Come on, Angelo. We’ve known you since you were stealing cigars from your old man’s stash. You don’t just ‘return favours.’” I kept my expression neutral. “This is different.” “Different how?” Nico pressed, his tone sharper now. “Because she’s young and scared? Or because you feel something for her?” I frowned, my jaw tightening. “This isn’t about feelings. Don’t start making assumptions.” “Oh, come on,” Marco said, throwing his hands up. “You expect us to believe this isn’t about pity or… something else? She’s not just another pawn, Angelo. We can see it.”

It happens. "Nico." I smile as I say his name. "Nico Angelos."'

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.