Alice Angel Drawing Novels & Stories

The vulgar names and crude drawings scratched into the wood of the desk make me sigh tiredly. Several of the drawings are of an angel getting her wings chopped off by a sword or axe, her hands chained in front of her. I know it’s supposed to be me, but the idiots seem to think that wings are still removed the same way they were 100 years ago. They used to use a sword or axe, but now they surgically remove them so that nothing remains but the stitches. The problem is, the area doesn't heal very well at all. Even after almost ten years, mine are still tender and sting and ache if I put too much pressure on them. I am taken out of my thoughts when a pencil hits me in the head.

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 say with a flick of my hand and the big sexy Angel is gone. I have been monitoring the witches by hologram waiting until they are on their own. I must say the younger of the two looks awful, it must have been her who broke their barrier. Her magic reserve is low, and by the looks of this she is in love with the Alpha. This makes me chuckle, silly little girl. I watched the two witches work tiersely for two hours before the Alpha leaves them in a run down cottage on the edge of his packlands. This pair of females are seriously under his spell or whatever this bullshit is.

Or anything. “Wow, is that a drawing of him, you are something else.” Mrs Haughter said as she pulled my sketch pad off my lap and admired the drawing of Lucas I made. Drawing was one of my talents. Actually, it was the best thing I could do. Perhaps it was because of my werewolf senses, I could draw images of people unbelievably well. “What's that on his arm? Hmmn, it looks like something I have seen before...wait, is that the Bloodbond?"

Alice wasn’t sure if she could easily adjust to not having a child running around, but she has no choice. She continued staring at the drawing and couldn’t help but notice the small details in it. All the four leaves have a small smiley face each and an actual note at the bottom right of the huge "GOOD LUCK" just below the actual drawing. The note says, "Be safe always" and "Thank you, sister." Alice could tell that the kid has a good future in art-related industries, maybe fashion as well.

Alice explained. Looking at the picture, Denise saw a little girl with black hair and blue eyes wearing a pink dress. Above her head was a rainbow, and in the corner above it was a little angel with blond hair and dark eyes. “What a beautiful drawing, Alice. Is it from some cartoon you watched?” she asked, a tear running down her face. She didn't know why, but something about that drawing touched her deeply.

Laura Angel POV Hearing what the little tink said pushes me over the edge. I take flight and fly ahead of Luther to our home. I want answers from Selene. What was she doing with the wolves last night? What was in the box she went to get from her house last night? Why? More than anything, I want to know why.

she said without looking up, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Guilty." I crossed to the other chair, settling into it. "What are you drawing?" She hesitated, then turned the sketchbook so I could see. It was a landscape—the view from her bedroom window, rendered in careful detail. Mountains and trees and sky, all captured in pencil strokes that showed real talent. "This is beautiful, Bella." A blush crept into her cheeks. "It's just a sketch. Nothing special." "It's special because you created it," I said. "Angela was right—you didn't lose your talent. You just had to find it again."

Alice trailed her like always, with her perfect blonde braid and eyes sharp like frost. Loveth spotted me before I could slip past. Of course she did. “Oh, look, it’s the stray omega,” she called, loud enough for people to glance. I lowered my eyes and kept walking. “Novah, wait!” Alice’s voice followed. “You dropped something!” I turned, confused, just in time for a rolled-up piece of paper to hit my chest and fall to the ground. I stooped to pick it up, and as I unrolled it, I saw the crude sketch—me, in wolf form, but exaggerated and ridiculous. My ears too big, tail drooping, tongue hanging stupidly.

She snickered in amusement, accidentally touching the bruise too hard. "Ouch!" Aelin immediately apologized and carefully dragged the cotton ball along the edges of the blue bruise, occasionally blowing on it and wincing when she thought it would hurt. Laurent's eyes were fixed on her all this time. She surely was a nut case, how he ended up with her was still a mystery. Was it a coincidence, or maybe it was already predetermined to happen. He wouldn't hesitate to believe the latter because there was a high chance that things were being operated to his liking on earth. Laurent didn't have parents on earth and neither was he rich, yet he had a luxury car and heaps of cash in his magical bank