Nico Di Angelo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He never thought someone could make him feel so precious, so loved. "I will wait for you sir". He said in a low tone, pulling Lucas down to claim his lips again. This was all he wished ever, a love without lust. --- Tabby

She left her palm there as the lights of Napoli vanished entirely into the black horizon, left to wonder with an unresolved, lingering ache whether her mother's entire lifetime of coldness had merely been an elaborate, tragic performance masking feelings she never learned how to show. Hours bled into the night as the train rattled relentlessly through the winding Italian countryside, carrying Angelo toward the deadly, blood-soaked gates of Accademia Alpha and leaving the ghost of Angela far behind. The rhythmic clatter of the tracks began to dull into a hypnotic hum, lulling the few other passengers into deep slumbers. Angela remained awake, her muscles tense under the restrictive bandages,

“Not so fast, baby. You don’t get to fall apart just yet.” "let my cock handeled it" . Then Nico rose from the bed and stood beside it. I followed him with my eyes, still searching for words that wouldn’t come. He unfastened his belt with practised ease. I tried to look away, but he caught the movement, and a faint, knowing smirk appeared on his face. The remaining fabric fell silently to the floor. My breath caught. Nico stood before me without the polished armour he wore for the rest of the world. The hunger in his expression was unmistakable, but something deeper lived beneath it—months of anger, longing, and obsession stripped bare.

he said. I nodded because I couldn't speak; I didn't trust myself to say anything. He just stood there looking at me. Gio and Antonio came around the corner and stood there looking at me. “What?” “You really do love her. You’re trying really hard to hold that crazy in,” Gio said. “I’ll give it by midnight,” Antonio said. “No, maybe two hours,” Dante said.

I pass the baby to him. Niko cradles Angelo to his chest with one arm, the other going to the back of his head. “Why are you crying? Hmm? You're a big boy and big boys don’t cry" He murmured lowly but I heard him as I am close to the door "Why don’t you come with me, let's give your mama some peace yes? That’s a good boy” he mummers to a still crying Angelo who is now looking at his papa, a fat tear hanging on his eyelash.

"You can force me to do every other thing but not to eat. It’s my stomach." His gaze lingers on my face before he says, "You better eat your food or come eat some other food." His voice drops to a low, husky tone. "And that small, sexy mouth of yours would fit it nicely." My face flushes hard as I instantly understand what he's referring to. I quickly stuff my mouth with some bacon, catching Nico stifle a small smile. Later after breakfast, Nico leaves for work and I know he's off to do his stupid mafia shit.

He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closing as he breathed me in. "Do you remember the first day?" Nico asked softly. "In the lecture hall?" "I remember you terrified me," I said. "You told me I was living on borrowed time." Nico let out a low, self-deprecating laugh. "I was an idiot, I was so angry back then, Elena, I was empty. I thought power was the only thing that mattered, I looked at you and saw a pawn, I saw a way to hurt your father." He opened his eyes, searching mine. "But even then, I couldn't stop looking at you, I told myself it was strategy but it was obsession. And then it became this."

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

“Was Angelica supposed to be your Luna? Is that why she was so mad at you?” Nicco put down his fork. “Angelica was a mistake,” he said. “We never discussed her being my Luna, though I can see now she assumed it would happen.” He looked at me. “Did I tell you what she did to my apartment?” I shook my head no. “I’m assuming she ruined something,” I said. “You were pretty upset.”

He rested his forehead against mine. “My uncle has no idea what he let go,” Angelo whispered his voice rough. “And he has no idea what he’s in for.” I smiled against his lips the taste of wine and victory shared between us. “No,” I agreed softly. “He doesn’t. And by the time he figures it out it will be far, far too late.” “I want you baby,” he said, his voice rough. “God I’ve missed you so much being far away from you for days has been nothing short of torture. Everyday I see you with Dante… I have to fight back the urge to drag you away and fuck you right there.”