Nico Di Angelo Ghost King の小説・ストーリー

The only way I could leave this beautiful prison was mercy or death. I’m the Angel of Death. He had told me that himself. I lowered my head in defeat. As we came to a stop, Nico got out first, then dragged me out of the car. I didn’t even have time to soak in the beauty of the house because he was dragging me along. When we got inside, Angelo was already seated on a single couch lined with gold. A throne fit for a king—or the proclaimed Angel of Death. He looked like an angel. Shut up, Aurora, I scolded myself.

He pulled his black coat back over his massive shoulders, his face returning to that unyielding, terrifying mask of the Ghost. "The empire is bled, signorina," Dante growled into his throat-mic, his hand locking onto the heavy brass handle of the server core door. "The data is secure. I’m ascending to the study now. Tell the King his executioner is on the stairs."

With a laugh, he steps out and slams the door behind him. As soon as the door clicks shut, Ghost’s attention snaps back to me. His chest heaves, his fists clenched at his sides. “You know what, Prince? I’m done. Why the hell am I trying so hard when it’s clear you’d watch my death and maybe even take part in it?” “I wouldn’t,” I say, but even I don’t believe the words. They sound hollow, a weak attempt to diffuse his anger. And Ghost can see it.

I said simply to him. “And respecting my bond with my mate.” Niko said causing us to jump. I skipped over to him placing a kiss on his cheek before going back to my muffins. “Thank you for not forcing me to kill you. She wouldn’t be happy.” Niko seemed to force it out, though his smile seemed real. Theo let out a small laugh. “Now that the fuzzy stuff is over.” He shook his body like he was a wet dog. “Nikola, have you ever heard of… Angels? Like part god but not immortal?”

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.

Ethan replied but before Jacqueline could say anything her phone rang "Ciao Alejandro," she greeted "Sto bene, tu come stai?" she replied with a smile and Ethan watched her surprised she could speak Italian "Nessun problema, noi ci saremo," Ethan heard her say and she brought the phone down "So you speak Italian?" Ethan asked "Not fluently but yes," she replied "Okay, so that was my friend Alejandro. He is inviting us to the Casino tonight," she informed him "You can go, I am not interested," he replied moving his gaze away from her

Nick peeked Yaszy's lips and then he hugged Noah before they pulled away from the house. Nick walked back inside the party and then out back where his friends were. "Hermano, ella era ruda y es el Ángel Oscuro. Será mejor que consigas algo antes de que sea demasiado tarde." Lion said to Nick who just responded with rolling his eyes and then glared at Lion. (Hermano, ella era ruda y es el Ángel Oscuro. Será mejor que consigas algo antes de que sea demasiado tarde- Bro, she was badass and she's the Dark Angel. Better get some before it's to late./ Spanish)

Pity flows through me for him, he has no idea what’s in store for him later. I’m almost hidden by one of the large stone pillars and from here I watch the room. Nico is by Damians side, he looks like one of the angels from the renaissance and I am most certain that he was used as inspiration for the great Italian masters. His face looks serious as he listens to whatever Damian is saying, there is a bright eyed adoring fledgling hanging from Damian’s arm looking at him like he is a god. Foolish girl. Nico’s eyes keep roaming the room and I know he is looking for me but I can not make myself move in their direction.

I guess twenty five hundred will take me so far and I'll change my name and get a job to survive and pray like hell that my father doesn’t find me. Angelo Benardi, leader of the mafia group Angels of death. The reason why they call themselves angels of death is because they decide when and where you die. I don't think my father would kill me. He loves his family more than anything he goes through so much to protect us with that being said his punishment would hurt like hell that much i know. “What is it that you're thinking about?” I nearly jumped from my skin when I heard the dragon's voice behind me. then it dawned on me that the doors had not yet opened so I leaned forward and pressed the