Air-strip Angel Novels & Stories

Hess, the old maid who helped Amara to dress up praised the girl who's looking herself in the mirror dressed like an angel. Her short hair which reached till her shoulders was styled by the old lady in a very appealing way and her pale face was covered up with a light makeup. The old lady made sure to style her hair so that the scar on Amara's left eye would be hidden good. Gulping down the lump in her throat Amara saw herself sitting in front of the mirror looking at her own reflection. Hideous! That's what came into her mind in the first place.

Stripping? It's the most shameful and degrading job imaginable. At least, that's what I used to think. But when it comes to saving a life—especially someone you love—you'll do things you never thought possible. The path I chose was ruthless, lined with thorns, but isn't every rose guarded by them? Each wound, each struggle, only prepared me for what lay ahead, a life of fame, temptation, and a love I was never meant to have. Angel’s POV

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

And the moment he stepped in front of the stage, his blood froze. She stood under the spotlight like prey—collared, humiliated, barely dressed in a sheer slip that made his vision blur with rage. Slade’s voice boomed through the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, for your pleasure tonight—our star attraction. The one who got away. The infamous Angel of the Vegas Strip. Untouched. Unbroken. Until tonight.” He stood there parading Mia around in basically nothing, acting like he owned her and she was his toy to pass around for fun. It infuriated him, how could he have let this happen to her.

He stepped back to the edge of the opening and simply toppled off it. When he left, the tiny straps released their hold. I sprang up from the bed, moved to the edge of the opening and knelt to peer down at the angel gliding below. My stomach clenched at the height, but forcing that down I searched for the infernal angel in the light shirt. Recognizing his form, I sighed in relief when I saw him flying gracefully rather than falling. Two strong hands grabbed my waist, then easily lifted me into his arms and carried me away from the opening. I kicked furiously with my legs to show my displeasure and tried to wrench my arms free from his steady grip.

She took one step and two ladies joined her in the living room both in uniforms and so did a woman in a white coat and a gentleman in a black tuxedo. "Er, who are you?" Camila asked staring at the four pairs of eyes looking at her. "I am Mavis," one of the ladies in uniform replied "I am Marian," the other introduce "I am Dr Chloe," replied the next lady "I am Martin, your bodyboard," said the man in a tuxedo "We are at your service," they said in unison "Wow, Mrs Carter got all of this for me," Camila thought with a smile "Thank you," she replied with a smile and Martin took her bag upstairs to what would be her room

With the woman's attention on him, she barely batted an eyelid in Angel's direction, leaving them in the clear to wander right out of the airport. "Could you be any more cringe?" Angel asked almost as soon as they had made it through security and were headed through the airport in the direction of the main doors. Though the airport itself was cooled by aircon, Angel's overly sensitive shifter skin could already sense the warm, humid air outside, and she realized that was just another thing she was going to have to put up with thanks to Layon. "I'm not sure what you mean," Layon shrugged, though the amused smirk on his face said differently.

He wants her to pet him again. He turns his head, staring at her profile as she drives. The sunlight catches the stray hairs escaping her ponytail. Beautiful. Dangerous. Mine. --- [Rea's POV] We finally reach the drop-off point—a shattered plaza near the city limits. The Angelic Squad is waiting. The leader, Raphael Sterling, stands amidst the ruins like a statue carved from ice. His white military uniform is spotless, free of even a speck of dust, a stark contrast to the blood and grime of the city. Six pristine white wings are folded neatly behind his back.

I ask, my sister smirks at me “Angel is not downstairs, she is working at the hospital this morning so she can be at the party tonight” I look at her “I didn’t ask about Angel” I try to say but she just rolls her eyes at me. Angel is Uncle Atlas and Aunt Kalsea’s daughter, also my best friend and Beta’s twin sister. Even as a kid she was the only one I could be around all day without getting pissed off at. She is beautiful, her red curly hair is down her back.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”