Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

I hung the phone now I have two aims one is mafia king position other one is viranica roy my only obsession right now you should be mine sweetheart soon or later you'll be in my arms meanwhile in the sky good angel gritting her teeth with anger evil angel : common stop gritting your teeth they will fall down good angel : from where the hell this guy came evil angel : what happened good angel : already two guys fighting for her now another one came evil angel : I told you na her destiny is not that easy it is appearing good angel : but why only her evil angel : it's her fate good angel : no she can't loose evil angel : it will be decided by destiny good angel : I'll see

Both of them were pacing out as if they were in trauma. Pocco and Sheira heard what happened tomorrow after and they hurriedly visited them in the hospital but they were not speaking, they were both silent and still looked like in trauma. They didn't want to speak with anyone yet. So they remained silent as they were enduring the pain of losing Zanea and Blake. "Evangeline," Pocco whispered when he saw her, looking exhausted and was suffering in total misery. ***** "Archangel, the grim reaper said they will collect Zanea's soul, and the vampire is dead," a grim reaper reported.

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

Rather than fearing for her own life, she feared for his. A taxi, speeding past the heavy drops of rain honked at Lucius. He had his arms spread wide open. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to face the angry heavens. Ironic. He mentally scoffed. It seemed a Devil is asking for the heavens above to take his life and ask for forgiveness. He wouldn't do that. The Angels, especially God himself were and still are not in good terms with him. He hated their annoying trumpet sounds, their smiles, and their colorful, cloudy lands. Plus, the gates, why would they have a heavenly, golden gate? His kingdom never has one.