Alice Angel Drawing Novels & Stories

Now it’s my turn to stare. “You were at Ordan Central? During those years?” We both fall silent, studying each other’s faces with new awareness. There’s something vaguely familiar about Alice’s features now that I’m looking for it—the shape of her eyes, maybe, or the way she tilts her head when she’s thinking. “There was a girl,” Alice says slowly. “Who used to draw pictures for everyone. She made one for me before I was adopted. A butterfly, I think?”

mumbled Logan "Ahhh, wait a minute. Alice, do you remember that symbol?" Tristan exclaimed "yeah, what's wrong?" "Can you draw it again?" "I'm sure I can, but I can try it. Where should I draw it?" said Alice slightly glancing at Logan and Xander who were also looking at her and Tristan "You can draw it on this car, just to be safe!" "W-Alright!" Alice exclaimed then followed Tristan who was walking towards the back of Logan's car. He then closed his eyes, and his hand moved to draw on the back of the car.

Alisha shot him a sidelong glance, incredulous, as he suggested she could leave. With his chin still resting on her shoulder and his breath sending shivers down her spine. Alice uttered his demand, seemingly unconcerned. "I'm willing to let you go, Angel, but only if you're on your knees, lips in the right place, sucking me, giving me what I want. Maybe then I won't change my mind." His gaze pierced her, as if he could devour her whole, and she knew he could do it without hesitation.

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

Someone replied, but it wasn't Austin, it was Angel, and everyone stared at her, stunned. She had a proud look on her face as she jutted her chin up. "I've seen her so many times… her name is Jessica.. she's a White witch and she's reaaaallly pretty." She made a long emphasis on all the vowels in the word 'pretty' "Whaaaaaa… " Alice looked like she wanted to cry at that moment. She glared at Austin who was shocked at how Angel was accurate about Jessica being the one he had fallen for. "Why didn't I get to meet her…"

"Although I think wherever Bella is, there will always be danger." "Indeed," Angel replied, and I looked at him with a frown. "Don't look at me like that; your sister is a beautiful being, but a dangerous one." "Well, I do not respond; she tends to be unpredictable—" "That doesn't define her," Glenda interrupted before walking away. Then Angel stood next to me and stared at the table, and I noticed they were all doing the same thing. Alice was a newcomer, young, pretty, and didn't fit what was being asked for here: experience or knowledge. She lacked both, but she made up for it with commitment.

I could feel my skin tingling and shrinking. I proceeded to the coffin, seeing only the tip of Angel’s nose protruding through the little hole. Slowly, I put down the tray on the lower lid, and opened the upper one, revealing her face. Her skin was shiny, and her clothes were drenched in sweat. Only her nose stood out with its redness from having been exposed to the cold. Her eyes were sleepy, eyelids swollen and darkened. She was palpitating. I reached out my hand to her cheeks and started shaking her head from one side to the other. Her body temperature felt hotter than the white hot explosion of plasma.

Running is useless. If we fight, blood will paint the lawn, and she'll see exactly what kind of creature I really am. I don't want her to see that yet. So I cup her face with both hands and press my palms over her ears. "Close your eyes, Angel," I whisper. "Trust me. Just for a few seconds." A tear slips down her cheek. Then she nods once and shuts her eyes. I gather the demon energy coiled at the base of my spine. The air thickens, the temperature dropping.

He sent some message to someone and by the time they finished eating a lady walked in "O my God!" she exclaimed raising her hand to her chest upon seeing Olivia "What happened?" she asked looking at Ethan clued to her spot still with her hands on her chest like she was about to get a heart attack. "Nothing, what can you do for her?" he asked moving towards the sofa with Olivia standing not sure what to do. "I have worked with plain canvases before but this canvas needs lots of cleaning. I must say, she is a gem though," she said looking at Olivia who was wondering what they were talking about.

and puffing up my cheeks in anger. Why am I here and what does he want from me anyway? "Aww she's so cute and short too," the guy beside him said walking close to me and gently pulled my cheeks. I angrily slapped his hand away from my face. I am not a child to be played with like that. "Bro can we keep her?" He asked turning to Theodore with bright puppy dog eyes. 'Who thought the devil would have a brother,' I thought, 'and a childish one at that.' I am not an object for him to be speaking about me like that.