Nico Di Angelo Fanart Novels & Stories

Sincerly, Angel Franco

Nico Domani was right on time. I stared at the twenty-four-page document and cracked my neck. Time to get to work. Name: Maximus Emanuele Vanucci Age: 29 Blood group: B+ Sunsign: Scorpio Height: 6’2 Father Name: Renzo Salvatore Vanucci I read word for word of each page twice, and two hours and two cups of black coffee later, I was done. And disappointed.

"You should just give in and be Vincenzo De Luca’s sugar baby, Noel. It’d solve all your problems." Aria's voice was laced with playful mischief, but Nico snorted, shaking his head. "You’re wasting a golden opportunity, man," Nico added, smirking. "Rich, powerful, and obsessed with you? Some people would kill for that." Noel stabbed at his half-eaten pasta, his appetite long gone. "I’m not for sale," he muttered, voice tight.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

I'm about to scream when Nico orders his men to gag me. The pain is excruciating, and I feel the tears burning in my eyes, spilling down the sides of my face. After what feels like an eternity, the tattoo artist finishes his work. I relax in the chair, exhausted, just wanting this nightmare to end. When he's done, a bold, beautiful script tattoo reading "Nico Demonio" is sitting across the top of my breast. Nico comes to inspect it, a satisfied smile on his lips. He bites his lower lip, and then orders the gag and restraints to be removed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout at you—” “Just give me a chance, Nick. Please. I’ll show you it’s worth breaking the rules—” “I-I can’t, Gab. Please. ‘Don’t be like that. There are tons of people in the world, please, not me.” Angelo kept shaking his head. “I love you. I love you so much… At first, I thought it was a plain attraction. I know I'm bisexual, but I also didn't expect it. You're my best friend so trust me, Nick. I just woke up feeling this—like you're the most important person in my life, and I like it, Nick. I like the fact that I fell in love with you." Angelo's feelings were mixed up. Love, joy, fear, and apprehension as he sees the resistance in Charles’s eyes. "Please Nic

I slip my boots off, hearing the shower being turned off. A ball of steam circles Angelo as he steps out with nothing but a towel around his waist. Goddess this man was made to sin. My mouth is practically salivating as my hormones go on overdrive looking at my mate. His toned perfect pecs and his toned abs, and I'll never get sick of seeing my name tattooed over his heart. Angelo chuckles as he stands before me using his finger to tilt my face up to look at him. “Did you miss me, Diablo?” he asks looking into my white eyes, I swallow suddenly having a dry throat; Fucking hell, Den get your shit together.

She let the drawing book drop from her hands to the ground, as Nicole quickly picked it up to see what they contained. As soon as she looked at the drawings, she froze. In the drawing book she could see a depiction of herself and Charles having all kinds of sex. They looked extra real but they were not. Charles was an excellent tattoo artist and he could draw the most intricate artworks. This could have been called beautiful but it was taboo. He had a wild fantasy to be with Nicole, her girlfriend best friend and colleague in a sexual way. "Oh my God!", Nicole said, in shock and disbelief. "So all this time it was Nicole you wanted to be with and not me?", Angela asked, deeply hurt as she sa

August gave a gesture from the rear. The media representatives were werefocused on the coffin as though Nico would jump out at any anytime. I took a seat at the podium and switched on the microphone. My voice bounced back. “We are burying a man today who the world did not deserve. Hold on,” I started. One tear fell from my eye. It wasn't all a lie "Nico D'Angelo was a husband, a father, an investor, a crazy person, and a mystery. But he loved intensely above all else; most especially, he was passionate about those who were unaware of their own worth.”

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."