Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Fanart

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."

“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.”

He frowns a little making me sigh, he’s so cute “That’s because he’s an avenging Angel. What’s more scarier than that?” Niko chuckles. With one hand supporting Micaela on his chest Niko rubs the back of his son’s head with the other. Then he nods “Angel” I smile a little, I knew I’d wear him down, lifting to the tips of my toes I peck his lips. “I love you, Niko” Holding my eyes He whispers the words he said to me the first time he admitted his feelings “A million times over Lola”

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.

Arturo: Nikolay glared at his wife whose eyes were fixed on me. I knew that she was doing this out of revenge, but the woman was crossing the line. “I don’t think that you have any proof of what you are saying, Anika, but if it helps you; I would love to prove to you and your mates that I am not what you just claimed that I am.” I said, glaring at the woman who smiled at me. Her smile was one that I knew very well, it was the same one that she had on her face when she chose to be with Nikolay. The woman did it when I rejected her wanting to get a reaction out of me, and when she saw that there was no reaction, she grew angrier.

Avi noticed my gaze, and he looked pleased. “I can give you whatever you want, Nero. You need only ask. You know that. It’s always been about you,” he said, downing the whiskey in one go. “Angelo tried to get me to talk many times, but he’s never been good at intimidating me.” He shrugged. “Then tell me. If I killed your father, would that remain the same?” I asked without hesitation. He fell silent, fingers tapping on his chin still. His lashes fluttered and he heard someone walk in. I tilted my head; it was unmistakably Dante’s scent— the cologne I’d chosen for him was irresistibly sweet, and he wore it well.

Although I know for a fact that this college year will not wait for us to get ready, it will just intend to come through and finish. "Hey, Angelo! You can't come. Nerds are not allowed there!” Isa spat at Angelo. I laughed. There they go again. When these two are together, it's always like a dog and a cat! But then, Angelo's not a nerd at all, he just always wears glasses and studios so Isa teases him as a nerd. But in appearance, he looks angelic with his fair skin and has a confident aura. It's just that only being studios is his flaw.

My eyes flickered to the dancer who still gyrated on his lap and looked like she was about to have an orgasm. Nicholas’s grin widened, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Playing hard to get, huh? I like a challenge,” he taunted, his hand trailing along the dancer’s thigh as if to provoke a reaction from me. Feeling a surge of anger and unease, I took a step back and flicked my eyes to the blonde. “Looks to me like you don’t need to worry about that.” Nicholas’s smirk faltered for a moment before he chuckled, a low and sinister sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You sound jealous, Angel,” he said dismissively, his gaze lingering on me like a predator assessing its prey. “Do you w

My brows lifted slightly. “Oh,” I said flatly. “How charming.” Nico winced. “He’s… Dante. You know how he is.” “Cold, arrogant, does the thinking with muscle not mind?” “I did not say that,” he replied, and it was to his credit that he did not smile. I did though. A little.