Air-strip Angel Novels & Stories

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

I looked at Angelina, she looked fragile, and my heart twisted at the sight of her, her face was smeared with blood, but it didn't smelt like her blood, was she the one that killeer those reins, but that can't be possible, a human can't easily kill a rein, I had to call, my doctor, Aristros, to check on her, and I needed every information about her. I dailled his number, he picked up at once, "Hello Doctor Aristros, I would like you to come to my apartment, she had an attack from the reins, and I need you there ASAP" I said, stating it, more clearly, that he needed to be there soon, "OK, will be there in a minute"

My Angel orders as she fastens her harness. She has a lot on her, knives, katanas, bows, arrows and her favorite dagger that she straps to her thigh. Had it not been for the situation we are in, I would have laughed at her appearance. Wet hair, roughly pulled in a ponytail, my shirt, wrapped in a harness, my boxers and bare legs, with a dagger strapped to her thigh. She looks adorable and badass at the same time. "Let us move! We have to get the fight as far away from the clan as possible. Do not die on me, guys!" I command before pulling Angel to me and giving her a passionate kiss, crushing her into my body.

"I told you granny hates crowded places, which is why she won't come along." "I hate crowded places as well, so why did you drag me then?" Angel simply shrugged her shoulders, suggesting that she couldn't do anything because the vehicle was already on its way to its destination. She is now glancing outside the moving tricycle and relishing the breeze to calm herself since the thought of meeting so many people made her feel like a withered vegetable.

I think his name was Theo or something. His hair was wet and he only had a towel wrapped lose on his lower area. He looked very hot and angry. And oh he had some nice abs too. Wait is that some eight packs I see? Holy cow! He has eight packs and some ripped muscles too. As much as I wanted to look away, the drops of water on his chest trailing down to his v-line was calling on to me. Literally.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

I turn to see a surprised Ted. "I think you're looking for her," Ted whispers and motions me to the other side of the gym. Angel stands there, now changed into spandex shorts and a crop tank top. She is focusing on her phone, and now I understand why Ted looks so surprised. Her tanned and sexy belly is showing, and I can see her two little abs. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail. Unwillingly, my mouth waters while I look at her. She is fucking sexy as hell.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Blood welled up quickly, bright against the pale skin of my hand. The girl who had slammed into me stepped forward. Angel. Mid-tier judging by the crest stitched into her sleeve. Her pale wings shifted slightly behind her as she crouched down in front of me. Up close I could see the smug curve of her mouth. “Well look at that,” she said lightly. Her voice was just loud enough for the crowd around us to hear. “The little Raven stray can bleed after all.” More laughter rippled through the courtyard. She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice just enough that only I could hear the next words.

“I hate to spoil this reunion of yours, but I’m still here. We still fight to settle.” The Weaver motioned his hand and the Stray rushed forward. The angel was quick to pick Amilia up and dodged the punch the Stray threw. It was a strong attack and it left a crack on the apartment’s floor. Amilia did her best not to think of the cost of the repairs after this. “Do you trust me?” asked the angel. Amilia looked at him. He was looking at her with determination. She nodded her head. What choice do I have?