Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Novels & Stories

But now it was definitely NOT the time to start dreaming about something that was not for him, but instead he should be thinking how on earth he should get out of the bloody mess he had found himself in at the moment! His reputation was that of a ruthless and cunning leader, giving him the ice cold nickname ¨Angelo della morte¨ (Angel of death) for people who disobeyed or betrayed him and tonight it looked like that the Angelo della morte had to fly once again….. A short while ago As the sun began to set over the city, Alessandro, was walking

Nico stiffens, pulling away again, and I realize I really am acting an ungrateful bastard, berating him for trying to put an end to our mutual abuser, even if it was a failed attempt. I lift his hand to my lips. “It’s something to tackle together, I suppose, but for now, we need to get far from this place,” I enforce, starting toward the exit and tugging on his hand. “I’m not in any shape to—” He throws off my hand and seizes hold of me by the throat, thrusting me up against the wall. “Ni--?” No. The second I meet that outraged stare, I know this isn’t Nico, not anymore. The hateful ghost is fuzzing around the edges of his taken vessel, not having fully bound himself inside it yet, but--

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

Nico said coldly. Dante turned, finally seeing the ghost he tried to bury. And ran. Coward. He turned tail and crashed through the side door just as Nico pulled the trigger. The bullet missed his head by a whisper. He vanished into the smoke. Nico “I’m going after him.” “No,” Matteo snapped. “We get her out first.” Serena shook her head. “You’ll lose him.” “I already lost too much,” I bit out. “But I’m not losing her.”

Niko chuckled, sounding interesting. It all made sense. Our death, Sienna and I, would open the path of his son's wedding to Evara. "He wants you to choose Angelo." Nusso said in his cracked voice. "That's it." Niko sounded shocked. A cry of pain filled the air, followed by sobbing. "Speak! Or.." Niko growled. More cries fill in. "It's not the first time he has ordered me to kill André." I waited for more, but it stopped playing.

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.

Angel’s blood ran cold. He leaned down. Reached for it. Gripped it. Raised it. “Tony. Stop.” His voice cracked. Tony stilled. And he saw the gun pointed at his face. Angel’s hand trembled. His chest heaving. “Do you see me now?” Angel whispered. Voice jarred. “Do you finally see me, Tony? Not as something you can hide. Or fuck into silence?” Tony’s eyes narrowed. “Shoot me.” Angel was shocked. “What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

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.”

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry. Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.” Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded. “That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”