Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

I kissed Ellison’s forehead and gave him back to my mom, “we’ll be back when we find the next.” As we drove, I looked at Nico’s profile, his strong jaw line littered with black scruff, his perfect straight nose, his thick black curls that lazily fall over his forehead and a smile that could take my breath away. I cleared my throat, “Nico, the next Blood Moon we will conceive our first child, what do you want a boy or a girl?” His chuckle was loud, “we have 150 years to think about that, but I already know what I want, a healthy pup that looks like you, but with my charm.”

In the same vein, it was kind of weird seeing the most ruthless man she had ever known looking so sweet and vulnerable in the presence of a seemingly powerless young woman. Moira was a little startled when she lifted the lid on the jewellery box; then completely whipped when a polyphonic tune of Celine Dion’s I Love You started playing. The first thing she saw in the box was a unique platinum ring with a blood red diamond centre; a rare piece of art. She didn’t even dare touch it; she simply marvelled at the ring; romantic music playing in the background as she imagined all that being done for her, someday, by the man of her dreams. A mental picture of Angelo Manzini’s real life started emer

Alpha Angelo asked nervously. “That's a special ring, and I know it's the reason you two are here. It's an heirloom of Diana's hunters generation. It's the most converted ring in the werewolves world. Now that I know your intensions and your identity, I want the both of you to take care of that ring. Only the chosen one will be able to use it correctly, if only it lands in correct hands,” Grandma Diana revealed. All the fear, the pressure and overthinking in Alpha's head evaporate without any trace. He couldn't thank Beta Dagon enough. He is the reason that Alpha Angelo caught that information.

replied Zhao Zhaohui. Michelangelo never understood why Tikhon was so fond of the auction ring. He could make money other ways, but he insisted on auctioning people off. Because of that, he was now stuck with Renata and his anger. If there had not been any auction ring, Narciso would not have kidnapped her and tried to auction her off and he wouldn’t have to buy her to save her. What cruel game life was playing with them?

"You stay, and you never leave." "I'm not going anywhere." He pulled back just enough to look at me, his expression was serious. "If you stay," Nico said, "you need to understand what that means. You aren't just my girlfriend, Elena. You aren't just a partner." He reached into his pocket. "The Ledger is gone," he said. "But we need a new contract." He pulled out a ring. It wasn't a delicate diamond. It was a thick band of black gold, with a raw, uncut black diamond in the center. It looked ancient, like something forged in a volcano.

We are just watching the sun setting down, with all the lights in the down place switching up, and the park opening its beautiful lights. "What's that?" as soon as I said it, I saw Angelo opening a red box, and there, there was a beautiful bracelet. It is a simple gold bracelet with the design only in the center, it was an infinity symbol. "Come, I’ll put it on you," Angelo said to me, he looked serious and his hair matched the mood right now, it waves with the cold breezing wind. And for that moment, I saw Simoun at the back of Angelo. Staring directly at me, then to Angelo who is holding my right hand.

"Happy anniversary, Dante." He took the box and opened it. Inside was a custom signet ring bearing an eagle, which was the Costello family crest, and the letter "D". D for Dante. He stared at the ring, his expression complicated. Then, he said, "Thank you. I really like it." I looked at him, smiling warmly. "I had it specially made. It's one of a kind, just like you." "Dante" was distracted throughout the meal. I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering how he was going to explain this ring to "Luciano". Should he pass it off as a symbol of something they shared or… claim it as a medal that belonged to him alone?

Nero I pace back and forth in my office, the weight of Seraphine’s words pressing down on me like a fucking boulder. My mind’s a mess of anger and frustration, and I know there’s only one person who can help me make sense of all this—Nova. But when I dial Creed’s number, I already have a sinking feeling that things won’t be that easy. The phone rings, each passing second cranking up my tension. Finally, Creed picks up, his voice steady as ever. “Nero.”

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.”

"For as long as we both shall live." I take Bianca's hand, pushing on the wedding band before I push the engagement ring she deserves down her slender finger. The red diamond looks good on her, and her eyes widen as she looks down at her hand. "Niko," she whispers in protest. Subtly shaking my head, I pass her the Luca ring Dimitri supplied for me. It's plain, with no meaning, but that's okay. I don't need a piece of metal to signify the bond we are creating. She takes it with shaky fingers before nodding almost to herself.