Nico Di Angelo Ghost King Novels & Stories

Lucas found this young man rather interesting. "I… I'm Nico Cardigan," the cute, young man answered. "I'm Lucas York," Lucas said slowly. Nico nodded his head. "Oh, Lucas York. What?!!" It was as if Nico had recalled a very terrifying incident as his face became plastered with a horrified expression. "He's Lucas. Besides, he even has zombies following him. Could it be… could it be… that he's Lucas the Demon?" Nico said while feeling stunned. 'That is a shocking possibility!'

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?”

I muttered, leaning my head on my right shoulder. “For fuck’s sake I'm sorry!” I hissed and blew out the smoke straight to my face. “Or do you want me to apologise with my life, just like how my parents apologised to your bloody father? Should I hang myself, Angel?” “Fuck off, Ace! Talk to me nicely, I didn't do anything to you.” I barked at his face. “And the fuck did you mean you're no longer Ace Kingston?” He sighed through his nose and said nothing in response.

I went downstairs to find the guards. “There’s a body in my office. Get rid of it.” I instructed them and went to join my father. He had one of my best dancers grinding away on his lap. She smiled at me, going right back to shaking her scantily clad ass in front of the Lycan. “Good evening, Nico.” “Hi Angel.” I winked at her. “No freebies for this one. He’s got to pay his way like everyone else.” She pouted at me. “But he’s so cute.”

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.

Avi noticed my gaze, and he looked pleased. “I can give you whatever you want, Nero. You need only ask. You know that. It’s always been about you,” he said, downing the whiskey in one go. “Angelo tried to get me to talk many times, but he’s never been good at intimidating me.” He shrugged. “Then tell me. If I killed your father, would that remain the same?” I asked without hesitation. He fell silent, fingers tapping on his chin still. His lashes fluttered and he heard someone walk in. I tilted my head; it was unmistakably Dante’s scent— the cologne I’d chosen for him was irresistibly sweet, and he wore it well.

"Enzo's dead." "Just that," Nico answered. "Either someone is playing with his clearance, or he's not dead like we thought." Valerio ended the call, face darkening in rage. Sera stepped back, watching as the softness gave way to roots. The king reappeared. "What do you plan on doing?" she asked quietly. "I'm going to exhume a ghost. And if he's alive. I'll give him a grave this time, the real one."

The Archangel offered a chilling, perfectly modulated smile. "You cannot physically dismantle a ghost, Lucian," Cross murmured smoothly, his voice echoing with absolute, crushing corporate authority. "I am not Elias. I am not the Architect. I do not fight in the dirt. If you lay a single hand on me, the five hundred cameras outside will broadcast the King of the underworld assaulting a high level government benefactor. You will completely validate this adoption certificate before my blood even hits the marble." The trap was entirely, flawlessly psychological. Julian turned his freezing, silver gaze away from the feral King and entirely onto the breathtaking Queen in the midnight blue gown.

“Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?” Vincenzo replied, “Did you actually believe that? You really are an idiot.” I raised a brow, my right hand slowly moving toward the gun at my waist. “I can’t make Rachel change her mind,” Vincenzo added, “but I can help you kill her and put you back on your throne as the Don.” A sinister smile spread across his face. “The price is Brooklyn and Queens.” I said nothing. Just as my fingers brushed against my gun, the guard beside me pressed a barrel against my head.

Gerald pressed his lips together as he thought for words to say. "They will surely kill her. i seeked for power when I became king and I promised them to give my first child in return if they made me powerful. I wanted to kidnap her immediately you give birth to her but that day was dangerous. The rain destroyed many things and the Priestess warned me that She is a powerful creature and she is a benefit for her land. She is a great being which can help us gain respect and can even make me powerful. That's why I had a second thought of giving her to that Gorians. I decided to keep her here and forbid her from meeting her and favor came to my side because people hated her dearly. The Goriah's