Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Novels & Stories

He was incredibly transparent, as though one could see straight through him. "Emperor Georgi! It's been so long since we last met. I've missed you terribly. Did you miss me too?" The ghost spoke with a mocking grin. Marcus shot back, "Miss you? Don't make me laugh. Who in their right mind would miss a despicable creature like you?" Ghost glared at Marcus as he spoke with disdain, "So the great demon king has arrived, and now you're his lackey? The title seems rather lacklustre."

she bellowed as she chased Crystal out of the room. As Crystal was still running to the kitchen so she could do the dishes, she barged into the rude and strange Billionaire’s son Red. He always had a mask on so no one could see his face. “Good m….” Crystal tried greeting but then he interrupted with his deep voice. “Get your filthy face off my eyes now!!” he ordered rudely as Crystal trembled in fear.

I say, trying to introduce some semblance of civility, “This is Nikolaos, my brother.” She hesitates for a moment before managing a weak, “Hello.” Niko tilts his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “So, you’re the mysterious ghost from Russia? You certainly don’t resemble anyone significant, especially not someone like Mikhail.” A shadow crossed Anika’s face. The briefest hesitation, the subtlest shift in her posture. It didn’t go unnoticed. Niko leans in close to her, his voice dripping with cruelty. “You know, I took great pleasure in ending that fucker’s life for what he did to my Mia. The way he begged...” He pauses, savoring the memory, “It was music to my ears.”

Although, he didn't let it show much but I knew he was controlling it. Hm… if he can tease me, why can't I? So, I let my lips curve upward, smirking, "Nobody. Absolutely nobody." His features sharp and eyes narrow made me wonder if he was truly angry or just annoyed. "Don't test me, Angel." I raised my brows, "Really?! You can say anything and when I return the favour all you say is 'don't test me'. Of course, I'm going to test you if you are going to 'test me'!" I finger quote the 'test me'.

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

I forgot to cover the tattoo. Shit. "Li fantasma, The ghost." Giovanni's eyes widened as he switched his gaze back on me. "Where? Who? What?" Angelina let out a small chuckle, "Oh honey. She's a myth. Nobody actually knows her." "It's you, isn't it?" Giovanni said, staring at me along with everyone else. I looked at Ace only to see him giving me the "Im pissed at you" look. Giving me the "I'm pissed at you" look. Im so screwed.

“now take a deep breath. Your heart si beating too fast.” “fuck I’m so pissed off… he swore he will haunt you.. shit, I hate this..” Nico chuckled. “I don’t believe in ghosts.” “I do. A resentful person has a lot of negative energy Nico. I don’t want anything happening to you.” Nico gently kissed his chapped lips. “Nothing will happen to me. I will be with you forever.”

“Angelo shouldn’t have died.” He looked shaken. I had never seen him like this before. He grabbed my shoulders and looked at me with desperation in his eyes. “You know what this means. Angelo is dead. Nico will become the head of the Bellini family, and that asshole won’t be easy to convince lending us more money. We’re already drowning in debt. If that drug fails, we’ll be under the Bellinis’ thumb.” His hands slipped from my shoulders.

He had a dream, to be a topper so that he would be accepted in the best companies in the Country. And it was almost about to end a year ago only if he had not met Lucas. Lucas David. He was the King of Underworld, the undisputed Ruler of Mafia kingdom. Every single child knew him. Every boy feared of him. He was a nightmare for all. He was often seen on the roads of the city, moving in his Mercedes. He was ruthless, heartless, and cold. He had nothing to be used as his weakness. He had none. But he was honest. He was not a liar. He wasn’t a cheater. He was a fair man. It was kind of interesting incident for him to meet Liam around a year back.

“You will give me a name. Give me a fucking name. Who has been doing all of these?” “It’s… it’s… please… let me go.” I grabbed a gun from Ghost’s pouch, placing it right under his jaw. “Speak. Give me a name.” “Mar… Marcella D’Angelo.” “A woman?” My eyes widened, disbelief slamming into me like a wave. It had been a woman all along? He gave a quick, desperate nod. “Marcella D’Angelo… she’s in charge. Please… let me go.” “Marcella D’Angelo.” I echoed the name, tasting it like poison on my tongue.