Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Fanfiction

Her arms were extended out, one leg over the back of the couch, and the other bent on the cushions. "You're a pretty lady. You just need to watch what you say. Dominick likes you." I was about to speak when she laughed. "Ha, that boy. I don't want Dominick. I was just bored and... frustrated." "So, you are frustrated? You know there are many ways that can be helped." I smiled from the doorway. Mario stood straight up and looked at the wall. "Boss." The little child stayed just as she was. "I hate you Niko. I have this burning hatred for you and I think about nothing other than your death so I'm free from your cage."

Angelo POV: "Boss we are almost there" Angelo heard the voice of his men Waving his hand, dismissing him. He let out a deep breath before looking outside the window. 'I don't think she will ever forgive me' He thought, it's been weeks since he contracted her, He knows it's stupid but he couldn't let someone notice Today Angelo is going back home, and he is dying to have Aria in his arms again and listen to her talk all day. Opening his eyes, he looked at his mirror noticing the black circles under his eyes.

“She lives in his heart and I love that heart of his, so please don’t hate me. I can never live my love happily, knowing it has made you hate me,” Niova’s eyes glistened up, hearing and looking at Nina. For a brief moment, she felt like she was seeing the reflection of her Noelle in her. “Please don’t hate me….” her words made Niova break down into tears. She embraced Nina tightly in her embrace and it brimmed more tears into Nina’s eyes. She immediately caged her back, finally feeling her peace returning to her. “No one can hate someone like you, my angel. No one can,” Niova said to her while wiping her eyes. Nina smiled at her through her tears and then they both saw Rican and Dario at a d

Taking advantage of his expression, I unbelted my trenchcoat to reveal the surprise beneath; a mesh thong with nothing else. Immediately, his countenance switched into something hungrier as his grey eyes darkened with torrid arousal. Mentally, I preened with pride as I regarded his reaction. “I will call you later, Damon. Something just came up.” He said, before pocketing his phone and moving closer to me. “Hi, babe,” I said, placing my hands on his chest as he fondled my ass cheeks, his eyes fixated on my lips. “Hi,” Niccolo replied huskily, which made me shiver as he leaned in and connected our lips together in a passionate, almost animalistic kiss.

The moment I step onto the sidewalk, the backdoor of the vehicle is shoved open. God, help me. When I cautiously glance inside, Angelo mutters, “Get in.” Father, did I do something to upset you? It’s really starting to feel like you have forsaken me. “Ah…why?” I ask, fear making my voice quiver. Angelo’s eyes flick to me, annoyance tightening his handsome features. “It’s fucking hot, Vittoria. Get in.” I feel like whining like a puppy as I carry out his order, and when I shut the door, Big Ricky asks, “Where to, Miss Romano?”

As he got closer, he notice that Julia was constantly staring at someone, and when he turned to look, he saw his step brother dancing with Miss Sabrina Vincenzo. All of a sudden, his heart sank. He could feel a surge of jealousy as he stared at them. It was the same jealousy he had experienced years before, the same jealousy that had driven him to do something unforgivable to his step brother. Would Donatello ever find out that he was the one responsible for the scar on his stomach? Martin swiftly dismissed the thought. He was the only one who knew about it, so there is no way Donatello would find out. So he thought.

I said. “Doing what?” he inclined his head to the side, watching me with that scorching look in his eyes. “Standing too close…don’t you know what you do to me?” I panted as he leaned even closer, his lips merely a breath away. “Do you know what you do to me?” Nico demanded, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with emotions that I would have died to see a few weeks ago. “Do you know how I felt when I found out that you went out with him? How…” he trailed off, looking away. He looked angry, but I don’t think it was at me.

Why are they staring at me like I’m the solution to their dilemma? Minutes crawl by. My heartbeat hammers in my ears. Finally, Nico breaks his stare and turns sharply to Luca. He gives him a glare that isn’t quite vicious. There’s an easy familiarity there. A bond between them. I can swear they’re friends. “Mess this up one more time, and I swear, I’m getting you fired,” Nico growls. Without another word, he takes my hand, guiding me through the club, leaving Luca’s stammered “thanks” behind.

Was it any wonder she had turned that love into fury? But now… Now Lucy’s face wouldn’t leave him. The way she had looked at him in that club, unafraid, even when the world cracked open around her. The way she had seen something in him beyond Giovanni’s heir, beyond the violence. Something human. And Tatiana had seen it too. That was the danger. Angelo did not return straight to Giovanni that night even after his task was completed. Instead, he walked. Past the crooked alleys of Catania’s underworld, where whispers ran quicker than blood in gutters. Past shuttered shops and peeling posters, down streets where stray dogs lingered and silence carried the weight of secrets.

NOELLE I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring. "Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—" Rage ignites under my skin instantly. I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."