Nico Di Angelo Full Name Novels & Stories

When I looked at Ang, it seemed like he had figured out why I lied. Well, nice meeting you too, Nicole; my name is Angelo Rodriguez, but you can call me Ang," Ang said, followed by a broad smile. For some reason, I heard a gasp from Nicole, and I stopped myself from smiling because it looked like she immediately liked Ang. "No way!" I heard Nicole exclaim, so I immediately faced her and saw the surprise on her face. I was thinking that she might really have taken a liking to Ang, which is a possibility considering how good looking and likeable he is. "What do you mean, no way, Nicole?" I asked, confused.

While still holding his cigarette, he blew the smoke and smirked. “Hah, looks like things are more interesting than I expected around here.” He chuckled. Angelo went back to the parking lot and got on his bike before driving away from there. Inside the restaurant, Nicolo was cleaning the table beside the window when he saw Angelo leaving, looking displeased. Angelo kept on driving his bike until he stopped in front of a black and white modern mansion. “I’m back, open the gate.” He ordered through the CCTV on the gate and a clicking sound was heard before the gate is opened and he rode his bike inside the mansion’s indoor parking area.

“Not enough apparently. And please Oceane, do not ever scream at me. I don’t like it.” My lips part and I scoff, not believing how my life is about to drastically change. “I hate this.” I murmur, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. “I know, baby.” He murmurs without sparing me a glance. “My name is Angioletto Luoni by the way.” I retort. “I never asked.” “Don’t care.” Uncomfortable silence once again envelopes us for long minutes before I decide to speak up. “Where are we?”

I look towards the source to see a man in late twenties. He looks friendly but I ignore him because I am not interested in making friends here. "You don't want to talk, I see. But aren't you bored sitting here alone?" He asks expectantly and taking a seat. "No" I answer truthfully. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to the most handsome guy here?" He asks feigning hurt. "Yes." "Well, I think we should be friends. My name is Niccolo. I am Luciano's right-hand man and his childhood friend. What about you?" He asks extending his hand.

I just said trying not to look at his green eyes that much. “Whenever you want to escape, find this place. I’ll be here.” His words confused me. “I’m already here, I don’t want to go back.” He smiled at me making my heart melt and my body froze. His hand slowly wiped some stands of my hair from my face hiding them behind my ears. “Just remember what I said,” he spoke with a very low and deep voice. “Please tell me your name.” I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

‘til now, I had only read about him on the internet. “Miss Sanchez??” I'm pulled out of my head by Anastasia's voice. “Hmm??” I hummed, looking at her to repeat whatever it was that she had just said. “I asked if you would like something to drink??” “Just water would be fine, thank you” I told her and she left, leaving me alone with Nico. I had never really met the man and he was rarely on the news but looking at him now, I couldn't help but take note of the similarities him and Dino shared with their father. Black thick long hair, dangerously deep grey eyes, perfect eyebrows and a sharp jawline except his was covered by a stubble… they were a handsome bunch, that much I wasn't ashamed to ad

I asked her in a soft voice, trying to keep my anger and impatience behind. “You didn’t want to marry me…” She continued to look up at me with those eyes filled with wonder…almost like she was hero-worshipping me. “You said you didn’t want me.” “I don’t even know you.” I took a seat at the chair next to her bed. “And you don’t know me either.” “You’re Leonardo Draconis D’Angelo, the Capo dei Capi of the Costa Nostra, the most feared man in New York.” She answered like she was reading an article out of a newspaper. “Papa told me all about your reputation.”

"I am. You must be Anastasia Mancini." I nodded and hung on tighter to him, I needed to feel his warmth and let it warm me up. That cold cell got into my bones. “Th.. I'm.. You rescued me. Thank you kind sir.” He gave a little laugh, “Kind sir? My name is Nico and besides… being down was never part of the plan and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.” "Your father....” "Has a temper. And you stabbed him with a pen. Not that I am excusing his behavior."

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.