Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Novels & Stories

‘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.”

I asked him trying to ignore the sparks that I felt. He got closer to me his face just a few inches away from mine, he looked into my eyes his breath so close to my face hitting me. " My name Is Nikov angel, Give yourself to me and I promise to treat you like a queen, Give yourself to me and you'll always be safe. I will never put your life in Jeopardy like your husband. I will make all your dreams come true and bring your wildest fantasies to life " His face was so close mine if he moved any closer our lips would meet. What fantasies does he speak of ,is there anything which Giovanni had not yet done to me I hardly doubt.

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 look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez