Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Novels & Stories

I showed him that I am going to kick him and his hands went to block but I sneakily punched his stomach and then took a step back. "Good job Doc" I heard and I turned around and looked at the scariest of all of them. The one and only... Arcangelo Romano. Why would god give a face of an angel to this devil? He is just too handsome to be a Mafia. "What's the progress Luca?" he went to Luca.

Nicholas’s hand settled at my lower back. “Speak for yourself.” I looked at him. “You threatened to throw three people out windows today.” “Reasonable people have limits.” Chase muttered, “There aren’t enough windows.” Nicholas pointed at him. “Exactly.” Then his expression hardened again. He looked at Marco. “Where is Angelo?” “I don’t know.” Nicholas laughed bitterly. “Wrong answer.” “It’s the truth.” “Then give us something useful.” Marco looked toward me. “Angelo disappeared intentionally.”

I'm Stefano, he also introduced himself too. The Diaz family, I have heard things about your family mafia ,it has quite a reputation, Nikola said. Nikola was very intimidating,he kept eye contact and was still mysterious. "Hopefully good things," I heard the voice that I knew too well; it was my father. I instantly retreated to Nikola leaving barely any space between us. it was hard for me to hide how scared I was of my father, it was probably showed clearly on my face. Nikola shot my father a dirty look. Then again he doesn't make any other facial expressions besides an angry one. They're all moody and grumpy.

He said and left. Five minutes later, they returned to the booth and Nico leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. "é pulito." (He is clean.) She had ordered him to check Nicholas for any recording device or weapon. She nodded her head and pointed to the chair on her right. "Have a seat." She did not want him to attract any more attention. She poured herself a glass of sprite as Nico sat down beside her. "Have a drink." She said to Nicholas. "No, I'm fine."

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

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.

If he couldn’t then how did he expect her too? “Do I stand out more than others?” Gabriel asked, curiously as Agent Fuller sat beside him unafraid. Agent Fuller scoffed. “You can say that. We don’t have you in any of our databases. You are a ghost and the government can’t afford Ghosts.” He replied, leaning in at first, but then relaxing in the chair. “So who are you?” “My name is Gabriel.” “That’s it. No last name?” Gabriel shook his head. “Would you believe me if I told you I was an Angel?” Agent Fuller started to laugh then. “Do you not believe in Angels, Simon?”