Nico Di Angelo Will Solace Novels & Stories

Angelo POV: "Boss we are almost there" Angelo heard the voice of his men Waving his hand, dismissing him. He let out a deep breath before looking outside the window. 'I don't think she will ever forgive me' He thought, it's been weeks since he contracted her, He knows it's stupid but he couldn't let someone notice Today Angelo is going back home, and he is dying to have Aria in his arms again and listen to her talk all day. Opening his eyes, he looked at his mirror noticing the black circles under his eyes.

“I-I’m s-sorry.” “Jesus Christ,” he groans as if he’s in physical pain. I’m pulled onto his lap, and he peppers my face with kisses. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I know you didn’t kill my uncle, and you ran because you were scared. It’s okay. I’m not angry.” Angelo keeps pressing kisses everywhere, his arms steel bands of safety around me. The trauma from the past couple of days has me sobbing against his chest. “Boss?” I hear Big Ricky’s voice. “Get sugar water!” Angelo snaps.

His innocent voice flowed full of sincerity, making Celine smile even though it was weak. Meanwhile, outside the room, the roar of the afternoon breeze brought new hope. The expected calmness slowly began to envelop the room, although worries still remained. Although Nico was far out of town, the warmth of this house was a solace that was able to drive away the pain and worry for a moment, strengthening Celine's spirit to recover. ***

“Just... be here. With me.” I pull him closer, the water mingling with the blood and tears as they wash away. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly, as if afraid to let go. We stand there, under the spray of the shower, clinging to each other, finding solace in our shared pain. “I hate this,” I say softly. “I hate that you have to go through this. That you have to fight and bleed to keep us safe.” Nero pulls me close to him, resting his forehead against mine. “It’s part of the job, Camellia. But knowing you’re here, waiting for me... it makes it worth it.”

Like a hitman for the mafia. Crap. I really hope that's not the case. [ We don't talk as much as we used to. ] I hesitantly press the Send button while frowning at my screen. Angelo's reply takes a few minutes, as if he's choosing his words cautiously. [ Mi spiace, tesoro. ] [I'm sorry, honey.] I scoff at his message. Before I can begin typing my next reply, he sends me another one: [ Just dealing with some personal stuff. Had to be alone. Figure things out myself. ]

"I'll use all my contacts if I have to. Whatever it takes, Caleb. I'm not letting her spiral again." Sophia sighed softly over the phone. "Cassian, this might reassure her for now, but remember—this isn't a permanent solution to the underlying issues. It's a temporary fix to give her peace in the moment. Eventually, she'll need deeper healing. But for tonight, if this is what will calm her down and make her feel safe, then it's the right call." Cassian nodded, his mind racing. He grabbed his phone and immediately sent messages to his parents, and Arthur. He wasn't going to wait around. He needed this done now. To be continued….

So wasted that she could barely stand on her own. “Don't you ever…ever…hiccups…ever touch me!” Solange yelled with hiccups. Tears built in her eyes as she muffled her mouth. Luciano slammed the bottle on the counter. “You've…never loved me, Luciano!” “Stop it now…you are embarrassing yourself,'' Luciano said and held her by the waist. Solange scratched and clawed on him to be set free. She was causing a scene. Luciano managed to take her to the bedroom. Shoved her into the shower so she could take a cold shower and sober up.

high, I see don't get what he means by high, but whatever he says, I know I need to follow him. "and pls cover-up," he throws cloth at me, he must be very nice, I smile as I put on the clothes "that is a beautiful necklace," he say, I look down my naked, I didn't notice it, Alba has given me this necklace, the pendant is white crystal, is a holy necklace, the pendant will get black if I indulge in any evil things of the world, example, killing, sexual intercourse with human and many more, and if the pendant turns black it means, I'm a fallen angel and I will never be able to return to heaven, I shirk at the thought of it.

“It’s not fair that he gets to walk around without a fucking care in the world after all the cruelty and suffering he’s caused.” “He will pay for all he’s done,” Angelo states firmly, gritting his teeth. “Even if it’s the last thing I do in this life. I’ll make sure he pays for taking Luca away from me and for putting you through this hell. I promise you.” He leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on my lips and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I take comfort in his touch, his words a balm to my shattered heart. It feels so good not to be alone anymore. He has no idea how much it means to me to have someone else with the same goal as me.

“You. Keep Dante busy. Mislead him. If he even breathes near Via Sant’Angelo, I want you on his throat first.” Nico’s brows rose, lips twitching. “On his throat? That’s a first. Usually you ask me to dance around him, not strangle him.” “I don’t care if you dance, strangle, or serenade him,” I said flatly. “Just don’t let him get near Sant’Angelo. At any cost.” He chuckled low, leaning back with his usual smugness. “Consider it done. If I have to play the fool to keep his eyes off you, I’ll play it well.”