Nico Di Angelo Quotes Novels & Stories

Trivia visibly turned, hating my choice of words but accepted it nonetheless. “Common, Ricci, don't tell me you are insecure; nothing is wrong with a friendly conversation. Trivia and I are just being friends.” Angelo responded. Fluttering his lashes in her direction, I clenched my fist even harder. I didn't want to lose control, of course. I'd bloody make him pay for this.

“F*ck-“ but Aimie didn’t finish what she was going to say because Anton cut in. “You, having lost your memory, you suddenly became rude.” “I’ve been rude since birth, bro. I’m born this way.” Angelo said with pride. “What do you mean born this way. Even if you’re a gaga, you’re not the famous singer in Hollywood.” Angelo shouted in annoyance at what he heard. The frog just told him he was a gaga. Can’t he see that he’s intelligent and as well as handsome, “You should look at the mirror, you freaking frog. You’re crazy!”

Nico announced to the room, "taught us a lesson today. She showed us that blood doesn't matter, family doesn't matter, only the cause matters." He was twisting the knife, praising me for the worst thing I had ever done. He was publicly making me the villain. "To Elena," Nico said, raising his glass to me. "The girl who knows how to do what is necessary." "To Elena!" Matteo shouted. The crowd echoed it, confused but obedient. "To Elena!" I felt sick. I thought I might vomit on the expensive carpet. I looked for Julian. He was still standing there, but he wasn't toasting. He was glaring at Nico with pure hatred.

Luca Giovanni put the final touches on one of the most spectacular jobs he has ever done in the twenty years of his career. With one last brush through the short, chestnut brown hair, he spoke in his deep Italian accent, "That's it! You're all set to go!" Then, turning the chair around so that the person sitting on it was now facing the mirror, he added, "Say hello to the latest young Adonis in town! Sei un bel ragazzo giovane, Angelina!"

Angelo pulled a long face to Angelo and said irritably under his breath, not bothering to talk in his head that earned a gaze from his table mate, like looking at an idiot who talked on himself. “I don’t want to participate!” he grumbled, Angelo expressionlessly looked at him, before opening his lips to say coldly, ‘Don’t you hear what the male teacher said for the rewards for the participants? And also, answer me on your head, are you an idiot? Or you admit being an idiot?” Angelo finally talked to his head as to not admit he was an idiot, “What? Don’t say it, I don’t care!” “Your days on being the one to operate my body is limited, are you really going to waste your precious days after bei

Nico is actually nervous, he might get stoned, this crowd does not look friendly. "Aren't you guys tired of being ruled by muscles without a brain, because I am fucking tired?" Nico yells into the megaphone, with a pause at the end of his sentence. He isn't exactly expecting that the people clap, but they are dead silent and he doesn't know what that means. "Aren't you guys tired of paying for security and not feeling secure? Are you tired of being ruled by a mayor who only comes to this part of town during his campaigns?"

Linux is still holding the fork and giving Jirou spaghetti. "Good morning, bitch," Nico greeted, causing Jirou to look at her badly. Nico is eating spaghetti and later Luxian handed Nico a tissue. "Don't call my boss like that," Jirou said irritated but still cold to Nico. "Why wouldn't I call my bestfriend a bitch? Maybe because you don't have friends, that's why you don't know about these kinds of fucking words," Nico said back. "By the way, bitch. I need the documents for that fucking last will. All of it so it can be finalized."

“You’re my personal bodyguard! Nothing more. Don’t forget your place. You don’t get to fucking question me!” Nico says nothing for a long beat. He just stares at me; dark, furious and disappointed. When he speaks, his voice drops, rough and deep. “You keep playing with fire. Is this how much you hate yourself? You don’t even stop to think that one day, that fire will burn you to ash?” Gosh. Spare me the lecture. I shouldn’t even be entertaining this bullshit conversation in the first place. “If I’m playing with fire, then why accept my offer?” I taunt. “Why walk straight into hell with me?”

Nico says, "I just take them as they come. I don't dwell on past ones. I learn from each one and leave it in the past. I don't collect them like you do. You are really going to cause yourself a lot of hurt if you don't let go of some of the shit." I said, "I don't dwell on the past." Nico said, "So why are you still thinking about all the shit LeAnn put you through? She has been dead for a year, Ash. It's time to let it go." I said, "I wish I could. I have a hard time letting go because I don't want to go through it again." Nico said, "There will always be selfish and jealous bitches out there. That's just the way it is. But you can take them easily. There is nothing for you to worry about.

Nico gives me a look that under normal circumstances would make most grown men reconsider their life choices. I am immune. I have thirty one years of immunity built up. "I'm just saying," I continue, because apparently I cannot help myself, "for a guy who claims he doesn't 'do' romance, you sure picked someone terrifying to not-romance. She looks like she eats hearts for breakfast and uses the bones as toothpicks." "She's not that bad." "Nico. She just told Dante to get out of her way in a hospital. To Dante. The man people generally do not 'get out of the way' to."