Air-strip Angel Novels & Stories

Only the sound of vibration echoed around the field. “Then I will give you something that I never showed to anyone either.” Angel said and his body bones began to make a cracking sound then the next thing that Mira knew, she was up in the sky. Angel managed to kick her up to the sky but not that high since he appeared behind her and gave his crescent kick.

MIA I loved the spin! Every second of moving around was an euphoria that was simply explosive. By the time the glass was lowered to the ground, I knew it was just time to exist in it, letting these civilian men fawn over me. Because Mr Devil's back was turned to me, there wasn't a need to look his way anymore. I shifted my gaze when the strippers were announced. Their entrance was captivating. They wore white with Angel wings, and dropped from the ceiling down the pole.

Now the stampede that had gone where trumping back. Feral felt his spine run cold at the sight of hundreds of angels, four-winged, five-winged spread forth their wings within the sky as they speedily besieged them. His knees buckled slightly as the horror approached but he was a step faster and directly slammed the door closed. They had to escape. NOW!

END OF FLASH BACK Angel punched the glass. be was sick and tired of playing this game of give and take, one where he always seemed to lose, He was tired of losing, first he lost his parents affection, then he lost Latifa and now he had lost Aracely, soon he may even lose Ariel, He should have stayed that day! He shouldn't have left her! Now, Now the wrong people had her, He didn't know who Adrian was, but Angel knew Adrian was the son of Tania and Tania was Aracely's enemy, Tania was a monster, Tania, Tania was his mother's friend and his mother as hell bent of getting rid of Aramide. FLASH BACK

The day I'll have to kill him, the killer of my father. Currently, I've the opportunity to strike him but unfortunately, today is April 1st. I'll keep waiting until... My name is Angelina Trump, a sex maniac and a stripper. That's my profession. "Oh yeah, bring it on, call me slut. I love that. Harder!"

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!

Not the good kind. He stared at me like I was a potential threat, which also made the guards in there slowly raise their guns, eyes fixed on my every move. My heart paced again. "No, no, no. Well yes, I'm not a stripper. But I'm also not an insane Alien girl trying to abduct your soul. I'm just...Angel." I tried for a sweet smile, one I'd practiced to be flirty. I bet the result wasn't. Maybe I even looked constipated with it.

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

"As long as you are mine, there is no other." He unlocked the door and followed her inside his room. His boot pushed the door shut. Then Rider locked the door. "I want you to strip for me, but slowly." He ordered. Angel took off her shoes then grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. She threw it at him and smiled. He grabbed it and smelled it then tossed it to the chair beside him. Her shorts came off next and again she threw them at him. However, he didn't catch them as he was too focused on her body she had just exposed.

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.