Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

She looked up at Arcangelo and pointed at his left hand. "Dad, where is his ring?" "It's with Rosalie," He told her gently, squeezing her shoulder. "So is yours," "Why won't they let him wear his ring?" She sniffled, wheeling herself closer and placing her finger against his forearm, noticing the warmth of his body. "Why is he so white? Why did this have to happen?" Nicole buried her face into her hand, trying to stifle her sobs. "Nicole," Piero's voice called out to her, his hand on her knee. "I'm so sorry, Nicole," He told her with a trembling voice.

He spoke to Rino but his eyes stayed on me. I could feel Rino stiffen behind me, his hands around my waist tighten. “It's never branded on the forehead now, is it Nicolo?" At the sound of the edge in his voice, Nicolo’s eyes turned back up to Rino's. Whatever he saw there had him grinning now, a sick wide grin like he'd just trapped a lion in his own jungle.

“We are also most definitely surprised to see you, what brings you to our school Mr Montero” Antonio grins at Angela and brings out a sparkling diamond ring from his pocket. “Actually I came to see my fiancée," he saie and took a few steps towards Angela and took her hand. The two women's mouths drop open in shock. “Always wear your ring..my precious”. He put it in her finger and kissed it. He knew she was probably cursing him from the mischievous look in her eyes. Angela pulled her hand away from his ,her brows arched.

The auction went on like that for the next twenty minutes and I was getting a tad bit bored and exhausted when suddenly my attention spurred to the voice of auction at the mention of a diamond ring and Matteo D’angelo’s name just immediately after. “Next item is a lovely diamond ring donated by Mr. Matteo D’angelo” my head shot up immediately to the front and right there in front, in a show glass was the engagement ring Dante had given me. And as if by magic, I saw Matteo in the corner, staring at me, his smirk cruel and deep, and God he was a fucking bastard.

Angelo is a dream he's not only gentle , kind , caring , supportive, but sensitive too, and he would do anything for his family. I noticed that all the men had a ring with an M on it except for Angelo and his dad . I asked Duncan when we were dating but he wouldn't tell me anything. Nicolai also had it on... Mr Massa has always been kind to me. He has known forever about Ruth . My phone vibrated snapping me back to reality. It was a reminder about my interview . Feeling tired I loaded my cup and side plate into the dish washer, put the muffins into an air tight container and I headed for the bathroom to go brush my teeth and back to bed only to find Blue tossing and turning . "Leave her alon

Nicolas admitted, this time turning his head fully to Dianne who was sitting on the couch behind him. Dianne was silent for a while. 'How can I give my heart to the man who made me the most disobedient child in the world!' she said in her mind. Nicolas glanced down at Dianne's hand, whose finger was wearing a silver-colored ring that looked like it wasn't just any ring. "That ring... is our engagement ring, isn't it?" he asked pointing at it. "Yes," Dianne nodded as she got up, she wanted to show him the ring more closely, to make him more convinced that they were engaged. She approached Nicolas and stopped one step next to him. She raised her hand and showed off her finger encircled by the

I take his hand and lift it to my lips. "I'm sorry," he says. He looks at my fingers and I know the exact moment he realizes I'm not wearing the ring. I release his hand. "When Dr. Santos picked me up he said I would most likely be in the same room with Angelo. I didn't want to make things worse than they already were so I left the ring back at the clubhouse."

Her eyes lifted to Nico’s, afraid he could read through her mind. “Here.” Nico slapped something on her wrist. For a moment, she thought he was cuffing her like they did at the auction. “No!” She cried and evaded his hands, but when he released her, she was surprised to see something glittery in her hands. It was a gold bangle with the initials NB imprinted on its band. “What is this?” She looked at Nico Bernardi questioningly. She did not know what to make of it. “Why are you giving me a bracelet with your initials on it?” She clutched a hand to her chest, trying to steady her racing heart, but it was useless.