Nico Di Angelo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The ride up felt endless, my foot tapping the entire way. And then I pushed Nico’s office door open with a sharp sigh of relief. “You’re late,” Nico said without glancing up from the notepad in his hand. “Traffic,” I lied. “I’m sorry.” He only grunted, tossing the notepad aside and picked up a folder. As he flipped through the pages, his voice sharpened. “She does whatever she likes now. And that’s because of Dante.” I frowned. What? Did something happen? He stood and started down the hall. I hesitated, then followed until we reached the fitting room. He stopped, holding the door open.

Ethan replied but before Jacqueline could say anything her phone rang "Ciao Alejandro," she greeted "Sto bene, tu come stai?" she replied with a smile and Ethan watched her surprised she could speak Italian "Nessun problema, noi ci saremo," Ethan heard her say and she brought the phone down "So you speak Italian?" Ethan asked "Not fluently but yes," she replied "Okay, so that was my friend Alejandro. He is inviting us to the Casino tonight," she informed him "You can go, I am not interested," he replied moving his gaze away from her

he whispered, fingers sliding down my cheek, tracing my jaw, almost tender. Almost. “But instead, you let them touch you.” Nico loomed behind him, arms folded, expression carved from stone. His eyes burned into me, sharp and accusing. “You let him inside you,” Nico said, voice so low it almost didn’t sound real. Oh no. For some reason, his words made my heart race in fear. “You let him fuck you,” Luca added, stepping forward, his boots heavy against the floor. His voice was detached, and clinical, as if he were stating a crime scene fact.

His scent filled my senses. I refused to turn around, nervous to meet his sinful dark gray eyes. He spun me around, pulling me into his chest. The dark look in his face and the smirk on his lips were enough to make me squirm with anticipation. I found it hard to swallow, so I tried to avoid his gaze. "Are you ready, gem?" He whispered in my ear, making it almost impossible to think. What are you doing to me, Luciano? I cried inwardly. I let the robe fall from my shoulders slowly, sensually, keeping my eyes on the camera.

I caught him glancing in my direction, and the moment our eyes met, he flashed me a strained smile. The others quickly fell silent as well. Their smiles disappeared and they pressed their lips together. None of them could hold my gaze. “You tolerated what Damian did,” Jace continued. “So, in a way, you're no different from him.” “Hell no. That only happened that one time,” Kaiser shot back immediately, his brows furrowing in protest. Jace merely stared at him for a moment before speaking again. “Then you should apologize to Miss Angelicca.” “Yeah, of course. We truly apologize because... we went along with Damian’s rude behavior,” Kaiser said in a formal tone, placing a hand over his chest a

Enzo's hands shook as he held the diary out. "Don Conti! Please, look at this! I found it while organizing Madre's things! I know she didn't want you to see, but you need to know how she lived these past two years!" Dante's fingers twitched. He turned his head, taking the worn diary, flipping to the first page. [Today, Dante didn't come back again. That's okay—he's busy, I need to be understanding.] [Nico has a fever. I called him, but he hung up. Later, I saw Alessia's social media—turns out they went to see the snow. The snow was beautiful… but my heart is colder than the snow.]

"You listened to Bianca's poison. You thought I only loved you out of gratitude. So you let your twin brother crawl into my bed to test me!" Nico's pupils shrunk. His lips trembled. "You realized I couldn't tell you apart, so you wanted to lock me up! Break my wings! Turn me into a pet that relies only on you!" My voice rose. Each sentence lashed his face like a whip. "You never loved me, Nico Russo," I said, my gaze boring into his. "You're just a possessive, sick bastard who needs to control everything." Nico looked like a corpse. He shook all over.

He scanned Nicholas and chuckled again. ​"You messed up, man," Nicholas muttered to Angelo before taking his coat and leaving the gym. ​This left a beaming Angelo alone with an incandescent Emiliano. Emiliano was dying to get his hands on his best friend. Angelo was supposed to come up with a plan to ruin the wedding—but whatever happened at that church clearly wasn't part of the script.

My cheeks heated when he let my wrist, then turned to look at Anne. “Really? I assume you heard too many things about me” He then turned to me, “From your friend” He gritted his teeth, faking a smirk then turning again toward Anne to hear her response. “Not a lot of things though…Cat doesn’t kiss and tell” She smiled at me, then winked before stepping back inside the apartment. Nico’s jaw clenched before he snapped his head in my direction, “Hot Italian guy?” He repeated, but didn’t seem curious, he already knew what that meant.

“Growing up, my father taught me that feelings are nonexistent, an illusion. For years, I was conditioned to be unfeeling. I’d cry but I couldn’t tell why. I’d chase after things like happiness, and yet, I couldn’t tell why. But with you, Gio, I think I’m beginning to understand the concept of feelings. Sometimes, I fear. Sometimes, I’m worried. Sometimes, I’m happy. Pain, sadness, fear, anger—I feel them all with you. I laugh, smile, cry, scream, not because they’re a necessity, but because I feel them with unimaginable intensity.” My hooded eyes connect his icy ones. Expression stoic, lips pursed, hair disheveled, brows raised—Angioletto stares into my eyes in ways that make me shiver. “So