Angel Short Stories & Novels

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

I was a fallen angel with broken wings. A vampire count imprisoned me because my celestial light was the only power that could suppress his childhood sweetheart’s curse. Then Cassian Vale, the Lycan King, slaughtered his way into the fortress and carried me out. He crowned me his Luna and cherished me for three years. I thought he was my salvation, until I overheard him speaking to the vampire count. “Evelyne’s curse is returning,” the count said. “If Seraphina goes back to Heaven, Evelyne will die.” “She won’t leave,” Cassian replied. “Why do you think I made her my mate?” “The chains in your dungeon could only hold her for so long. Love will bind her to me, and keep her from ever returning to Heaven.” Only then did I understand. They had always loved the same woman.  My salvation had been a lie. So I sent one final prayer to Heaven. In three days, I would return to where I belonged. And he would never see me again, not in this life, nor in any other.

My husband's eighth lover was pregnant. The Corvino family had waited years for an heir, and at last one was on the way. My mother-in-law, Olivia Corvino, the family's Donna, was overjoyed. My husband, Dante Corvino, put up a hundred million dollars for the baby on the spot. But the woman merely lifted her chin, looking down on us all. "I placed first on this year's written exam for an assistant U.S. attorney position. I'm going to Washington to make a name for myself. I won't let a child hold me back. "And I won't be the mob's broodmare. This baby has to go." Olivia nearly fainted with rage. Dante turned livid and crushed the whiskey glass in his hand. I sat at the far end of the table, barely daring to breathe. Then, out of nowhere, a tiny voice started grumbling in my head. [God set me up! He promised I'd come down and bring this family another 100 years of glory. So why'd he pick this idiot to be my mom?] [I carry all of heaven's luck, and my so-called daddy is destined never to have kids. If he misses out on me, the Corvino family's glory is gone for good!] [She doesn't want me? I'll just find a mom who knows a good thing when she sees it, and I'll still get born!] I jumped at the chance and blurted, "I know a good thing! Come into Mommy's tummy, quick!" Every eye in the room locked onto me. Dante strode over, his face dark. "Cecilia, what are you talking about?" Thinking fast, I grabbed his hand, pressed it to my flat stomach, and gave him a dazzling smile. "Honey, what I mean is... I'm pregnant too."