Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Novels & Stories

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

“Holy shit, you really are a necromancer and the son of Death.” I grin as the shadows dissipate, and in one quick motion, my hand wraps around Ghost’s throat tightly. “Hell yes, I am. I’m the most powerful to ever exist in my coven. Death himself has called me talented. Don’t underestimate my ability to fuck your shit up, Ghost. Stop handing out your drug concoctions to humans. You will not like it if I have to come back here.” “What about my boss?” Ghost asks. He can barely get the words out with how tight I squeeze his neck.

Mr Green said and Mr Carter frowned. "Just hear it out," Mr Green said to Mr Carter and turned to Martin. "So what I am going to do is pretty simple. I will open three separate accounts in the bank system using ghost names but in each of the accounts, I will name the three of us here as beneficiaries to the account. I crush the bank system and move some funds into that account leaving no trace. Now we have up two seventy-two hours to execute everything if not we will be caught," Martin explained and Mr Carter's face drew lines.

‘MC Royale. I think this is the place.’ Mariko looked up at the tall building in front of her and read the signage. She went inside and asked the receptionist on what floor the CEO had located. She immediately went up to the 20th floor and headed toward the room of the CEO. The executive assistant greeted her as soon as she arrived at the 20th floor. “I came to see Miss Orianna McCartney. I’m Agent Angel.” She introduced herself using her codename and told the secretary about her intention to come in.

He continued reading, “It had nothing to do with all the benefits that he brings with him, Sergio is nothing like him, no matter how much he tries. I will make Ghost boss after me, if only the rest of the family members will accept it. Sergio lacks the ability to be the boss of the Carianno family. Ghost, on the other hand, will be a great Don... Ghost closed it shut and tucked it into the pocket of his jacket. It would come in handy, he didn’t know when or how, but he knew it was important to keep it safe. For the first time since he read the news of Don Carianno’s death, he had time to think about it. The anger he had come in with had withered away. He was left with hollowness on the insid

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

King Nico rose from his throne, anger marring his entire demeanor as his eyes narrowed at Marcus who sat calmly like he hadn’t just said the most chaotic thing. “Don’t bring your sick games this time around Marcus, I can see you never changed, even after ten years.” King Nico seethed. Marcus did a sound thing with his tongue and teeth before he spoke. “Don’t act like you don’t owe me Nico. You owe me the throne.”

The Archangel offered a chilling, perfectly modulated smile. "You cannot physically dismantle a ghost, Lucian," Cross murmured smoothly, his voice echoing with absolute, crushing corporate authority. "I am not Elias. I am not the Architect. I do not fight in the dirt. If you lay a single hand on me, the five hundred cameras outside will broadcast the King of the underworld assaulting a high level government benefactor. You will completely validate this adoption certificate before my blood even hits the marble." The trap was entirely, flawlessly psychological. Julian turned his freezing, silver gaze away from the feral King and entirely onto the breathtaking Queen in the midnight blue gown.

"Enzo's dead." "Just that," Nico answered. "Either someone is playing with his clearance, or he's not dead like we thought." Valerio ended the call, face darkening in rage. Sera stepped back, watching as the softness gave way to roots. The king reappeared. "What do you plan on doing?" she asked quietly. "I'm going to exhume a ghost. And if he's alive. I'll give him a grave this time, the real one."