Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Fanart

Nico looks up at me, half bent over as he cradled the baby close to him as she screams in terror, the noise hurting her despite him having covered her ears. "Run! I can't fight it, it's too strong!" He pleads with me, gritting his teeth as just speaking hurt him more than he cared to admit. He was being domineered, forced to bow. And he feared the man capable of such raw power. They all did. But I know better than to fear the beast. "LANA!" The mighty roar sounds again, this time he was in human form. I look down at Nico. Silently cursing the gods for making Angel so damn smart. Of course he would figure out where I am, despite covering my scent and tracks.

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?"

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

And he was driving her away by his constant anger. He came out and heard a loud gang. He knew Tikhon had arrived. Tikhon looked at him with a wide smile. He knew Tikhon must have heard about what he did with his odal. He looked proud. But Michelangelo was feeling dirty for treating Renata that way. But that does not mean his anger was gone. Every time he would look at Narciso, his anger would climb a notch up. “Please sit down everyone. Even though you have had your entertainment courtesy, Michelangelo Venturi, I assure you, you can find your odal and have sex with them right here right now,” teased Tikhon.

Emily's words echoed in my mind, a reminder of the precarious position I found myself in. The drive home was quiet, the city's lights blurring past as I lost myself in thought. Nico occasionally glanced at me, his concern palpable, but he respected my silence. At home, Tulio greeted us with his usual enthusiasm, his energy a welcome distraction. "Angel, guess what?" he exclaimed, holding up a drawing. "I made this for you!" I knelt down to examine his artwork, a crude but heartfelt rendition of the two of us holding hands. "It's beautiful," I said, my voice thick with emotion.

While still holding his cigarette, he blew the smoke and smirked. “Hah, looks like things are more interesting than I expected around here.” He chuckled. Angelo went back to the parking lot and got on his bike before driving away from there. Inside the restaurant, Nicolo was cleaning the table beside the window when he saw Angelo leaving, looking displeased. Angelo kept on driving his bike until he stopped in front of a black and white modern mansion. “I’m back, open the gate.” He ordered through the CCTV on the gate and a clicking sound was heard before the gate is opened and he rode his bike inside the mansion’s indoor parking area.

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.”

Nico's face immediately turned red with seething rage. “What the hell, Dante. What's he doing here?” He asked glaring dangerously at Andreas. Dante's look from Nico to Andreas was genuinely confused. “What do you mean, Nico? Are you guys not okay? I thought you guys were best buds.” “I can't be friends with a snitch!” Nico barked. Andreas had no choice but to respond. “Alright. That's enough. Dante thanks for inviting me, but I have to leave now. Enjoy your evening”. With that he turned to leave, ignoring Nico's jabs.

“There you are pretty boy, I decided to give you and the bitch a chance to talk,’ she paused and glanced towards Angela. “Damn why did she dress like she was going for some night clubbing, she looked terrible even after being styled by Montero's personal stylist” Antonio shifted his glance from Angela to her face as his eyes went darker. “What do you want?” He took out a cigar and clamped the stick in-between his teeth. He definitely looked pissed, she noticed. “What do I want? Hmm, are you sure you want to know what I…” She paused abruptly after getting stabbed by his dark eyes, she cleared her throat and continued. “The fans have been waiting for hours, what is the problem sir? And that lo

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez