Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Novels & Stories

This time, he lets me step to the side just enough to gather my bearings. He raises a brow at me—his small action softening the anxiety within me. “I was just introducing myself to your wife, King,” Angelo says from the side. I don’t turn to look at him, keeping my eyes on Rino’s as they darken. “It was a pleasure speaking to you, Mrs. Garcia.” I can hear the underlying smirk in his voice. Rino moves until he’s just a breath away from Angelo, his large frame towering over the man as he whispers something into his ear. I watch carefully as Angelo’s face turns sour in seconds.

- the deity continued. Olivia silently listened to the deity’s story. This was such a long story! “So, you’re mean is that I am a nominee?” The deity: “At least you should listen to the whole story!.” The deity coughed, trying to come back to his serious appearance. “That’s right! You’re a nominee. The ancient deity is in the 9th room. Congratulations! Young recruit.” At that time, Olivia looked at him with admiration. “You are nominated by god so your responsibility will be so high and you will have to work hard. You will have to take my power, use your soul and swear to protect this place, spend your whole life in service of the highest god. Do you approve or not?”

“If Alonzo’s ghost wants a war, then he can be sure that I'll burn his memory to ash. Again. And if some pathetic follower thinks he can dress in his master’s shadow, I’ll make sure he dies wishing he stayed in it. I'll make sure to give him a taste of his own work.“ The men kept their eyes averted, silence pressing down heavy. Nero’s boots clicked sharply against the asphalt as he walked right up to the crucifix. His hands curled into fists at his crucifix. He stared at the carved message again, lips pressed in a thin line. There was no mistake. It was the same. He knew that Nico was right. He had been thinking the same thing. There was no way this was a coincidence. “Do you think it could

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

They dipped the bottom in red paint or blood. There was a card. Nico picked it up with two fingers, his face full of fury. He read it and handed it to me. The handwriting was elegant. *Checkmate in three moves. See you at the Gala. V.* "V?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Who is V?" Nico stared at the pawn. His jaw clenched tightly, as if his teeth would crack. "Valenti?" I suggested. "Sloane?" "No," Nico said. "Sloane is an ally, this... this is a ghost."

i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way . "Don't ever call me a punk again, punk" he said in an angry voice straight up to my face. "You are E.V.I.L !!" i yelled at him , he immediately grabbed my throat and threw me away, he was more powerful than i thought he was. I was gasping for air but he was still coming after me, he had no mercy at all , all he wanted was to kill me then replace me , that's why he killed Mr Franklin, he knew that Mr Franklin knew t

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

They would never find him, except if he presents himself to them, which he was planning to do very soon. “Were you able to find anything last night?” Giovanni questioned as they made their way to their cars parked outside the mansion. They both lived together in a mansion bought by Giovanni. The biggest in the city. Their garage was filled with the latest cars, most of them being of the BMW brand. Angelo was a lover of automobiles and he fucked with BMW heavily. “No. Still nothing. I suggest we start referring to him as a ghost. He's a space ghost.” Angelo answered, conceding defeat.

My stomach drops as I unfold it, my eyes scanning the words that send ice through my veins: [You know where you need to be if you want to see her again. Oh Goddess, no! I stare at the note, my heart hammering in my chest, the weight of those words crushing me. Osiris’ eyes narrow as he snatches the note from my hand, reading it. His expression darkens, his jaw clenched so tight I swear it’s about to snap. “That motherfucker,” he growls. Nero glances over his shoulder, his gaze scanning the crowd with lethal precision. “Darius,” he spits. “He’s here somewhere.”

The phone cracked in his grip, pulse roared in his ears, and after that, silence—silence so large he could hear the thud of his own heartbeat. He began to unbutton his shirt. “You were saying...?” “No foreplay? Fine.” Alessandro sighed. “Yes, blah blah blah, Zayne, Gianna, yes. You’ve caught my interest. Somehow you’re even more of a pain in my ass than your fucking brother. So here’s the thing—I want you dead.” “Sad. Usually you’ll have to wait in line.” Nico zipped up the black hood. “But you’ve got a VIP card. Where should I meet you?”