Novel & Cerita Air-strip Angel

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Antonio Rufus said. "You need a doctor, boss," Angel said. "There's one onboard," he replied, sounding tired. "Alright, boss," Angel replied. Angel and Blaze walked miles to the airport and upon getting to the terminal building where their jet was parked, an older man dressed in a simple shirt and trousers ran down from the jet to meet them. When Angel saw the stethoscope around his neck he guessed he must be the doctor Antonio Rufus mentioned. He had never met this one before and figured he must be new.

he said, extending a hand. Chelsea forced a smile, his handshake light, almost tentative. "I'm Chelsea." Angel's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you're that Chelsea. Chelsea Waters, right?" Chelsea nodded, his gaze drifting to Angel's boots. "Yeah, I am. Nice boots." The red sequins seemed out of place amidst the somber atmosphere. Angel chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "Thanks! I'm a fan of statement pieces." He struck a pose, his leg bent to showcase the boots.

Tears trickled down my cheeks and I tried sniffing it back in. A knock resounded from the door. Did he come back? “Phoenix. It’s Angel.” I sighed, and wiped my tears before telling her to come in. Angel was one of the artist whose work was displayed. She was a very beautiful woman who survived her husband’s domestic abuse. Just like me, she was rescued by the company.

- You deserve it – I answered and turned my back to leave – by the way, I came to tell you that Angel is coming back home. - Who? - my son asked me, showing on his face that he didn't know who I was talking about. There are days when I feel surrounded by idiots. - Angel. Your childhood friend. Brady's son. – I told him without the slightest patience, while I watched the girl run past me, thank God, dressed, and make a small bow saying “Luna”. My son sits up, scratching his head. - That Angel. I thought he was going to stay in England. Is he not a member of the River Ash Pack?

“Morning, Birdie,” Angel says. I stay with my back to him because I don’t want to ruin my day so early, “I asked Saint about his type, apparently he likes athletic, strong women.” “Is that why you’re always shirtless around him, flaunting your muscles?” Eros asks Angel with a mocking tone and once again, his joke hits too close to home and it makes me turn to him with murder way too clear in my eyes, “It was a little joke, man, chill."

The man said, “I’m bringing her away for her own good. If she stays here with the Ares family, she’ll bring endless disaster to your family.” Baby Robbie trembled violently. He thought about Savannah’s prophecy. Angel was a Scorpio Lone Star. Her family was destined to be doomed. Indescribable pain surged within Baby Robbie’s heart. “I believe that my parents won’t be afraid of experiencing any trouble.” The man said, “Sir Ares and Madam Angeline love you so much. However, Miss Angel loves her parents as well. Angel will choose to leave.” Just then, Jens’ voice suddenly rang out, “Baby Robbie! Baby Robbie!”

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.