Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Mga Nobela at Kwento

The music from the bar was faint now, just a dull hum behind the sound of some drunk arguing with a cab driver down the street. The line clicked. I didn’t say hello. Just, “Spill.” The voice came low, tight, like someone with a knife to his back. “You sure you wanna hear this, Angelo?” “Wouldn’t’ve called if I didn’t. Start talking.” He took a beat. I could hear traffic wherever he was. Horns, footsteps, something that sounded like a train grinding through steel. “Marco De Luca… he ain’t what you think. He’s not just some guy who runs his mouth and throws a few punches. He’s a fuckin’ ghost now. A myth. The kinda name people whisper in the dark when they’re scared.”

"Nico." The name twisted my stomach. “What do you want from me?” I forced the words out, my voice raspy. “Not you. I simply want the reaction from Nico.” he said, tapping the chain draped over his knee. I squinted at him. "So you are using me as bait." "We're just reminding him." "Reminding him of what?" “That the ghosts he buried still breathe.” He rose again, cracking his neck. “He built his empire over bones. And some of them belong to people he shouldn't have forgotten.”

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”

" Nico let her go now ." I opened my eyes and what I saw left me at a loss for words . " Cleo are you okay. " "I'm fine Carlo what's going on? " I looked at him seriously and be respectfully responded "Angelo had relapsed and started using last week . He's on the road to recovery. I'm just removing every temptation. He hid it from Luigi but when, I found him passed out a couple of hours before the dinner party at the Luigi .He stopped and he's been on the straightened arrow . "

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

the device tried again. “Cristiano, that's the devil's alluring voice. Do not succumb to it again, my son. Be steadfast ”, Azrael whispered to his human and crushed the filigree thing in his fist. Safe was safe. “Yes Lord, I'll do anything, Lord. I will be steadfast, I will not disappoint you, sir ”, Cristiano replied quickly, with a fanatical twinkle in his eyes looking up at the supposed angel. Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote:

" 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.'

He stepped back and leaned against a counter his shoulders taut with tension. "Nicole's father is a mafia lord that rules the east coast. He's a very dangerous and ruthless man. He and my father used to be allies. That was the period I met Nicole." He looked up at me and gestured for me to come to him. I swallowed before taking slow steps towards him. He reached out and grabbed my hand when I was just a few feet from him. He turned me around and made me stand in between his legs, with my back flushed against his body as he snaked his arms around my waist, locking me in place.

turning to Audrey, "Watch me dissect him into various parts." Audrey gave out a loud cry while shaking her head. "Don't worry, I'll make it quick so you can join him as well." Acris said with a smirk as he raised the ghost knife up. Audrey's eyes and heart began to glitter, the light was blinding and scorching hot and Acris was forced to drop the ghost knife he was holding. Lord Adonis, Azrail and Acris were all forced to put their heads down. "What's this bitch doing?" Acris couldn't comprehend what suddenly happened but he couldn't raise his head up.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.