Alice Angel Drawing Novels & Stories

He waved nonchalantly as he left her presence. "Bye" She barely whispered. Angelica heaved a sigh as she went back into the palace. She strode to her room ignoring her mother and father in the sitting room. "Hmmm....." She threw herself on her bed with her eyes shut down. ~~~~~~ Lucifer disappeared back to his underground Kingdom after his sneaky chat with his little prey Angelica. He strode through the halls and finally he arrived at his chamber. Stretching his hand to the door handle, he noticed a familiar image approaching him.

Amira, a young woman of ethereal beauty, lay in peaceful slumber upon the silken sheets, her chest rising and falling with each tranquil breath. Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, the vampire approached with a hushed reverence. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and longing, beheld her delicate features, bathed in the moon's tender caress. His heart, frozen in time, quickened with anticipation.

she said, looking straight at the ocean. "At that ship, I thought I'd die in there. I thought it would be my grave but there you were rescuing us from such hopeless thinking." The old woman sat beside her on the rock. "He will come back since you said he will." "Muchie!" The Angel of Death calls his closest friend from a distance, waving his hands to get his attention. And when Muchie look his way he grins. "I have to speak to a hero! Can you water my spider lilies?"

“Hey, angel. You got taller.” She shook her head vigorously. “No, you got shorter.” He grinned. “That’s impossible.” She wriggled free and dug into her backpack. “I made drawings on the plane! Look!” She spread them out on the table — crooked little hearts and stick figures labeled MOMMY, DADDY, and ME. One drawing had a fourth stick figure, taller, in a blue suit. I tried not to look at it too long. Anthony crouched down beside her, admiring each page as though it were a masterpiece. Cameron stood beside me, polite, silent. The faintest strain crossed his face before he smoothed it away.

I get the biggest shock after seeing the drawing. Wow! Its really a perfect traditional antique design. Then I understood that these were made by my angel. I felt so happy seeing the designs. I can't believe it. She made these designs very well. Suddenly, my phone rang disturbing my angel's sleep. I cut the call immediately but my angel opened​ her eyes slowly. She saw me holding her beautiful design papers. She widened her eyes and stood up immediately. "Did you make these designs angel?" I asked her. "Yes" she said nodding her head nervously.

His name is Declan and he is the Alpha of the blue moon pack, his mate is Avalon and she is a Dokar witch, both are strong names so it is only befitting that their daughter gets an equally strong one. Alessia.

“It fit there.” “It’s beautiful,” I said. “You didn’t have to—” “I did.” She set the deck on the table. “One card. For the road.” “I thought you hated when people read for themselves.” “You’re not people,” she said, and that was normal Susan weirdness, so I let it slide. I shuffled until the cards felt quiet. Drew one. An angel, head circled with a star that looked like it was lit from the inside. Flames spilled at the figure’s feet, not burning, just there, like an old friend come home.

Angela said coldly. With that she moved off screen and checked through the items that Agatha had requested. She grabbed the black chalk and walked directly in front of Daniel. Once there she took three steps backward while facing him, and then leaned down and put the chalk to the floor. While never taking her eyes off of him, she began to walk counter clockwise around him, drawing a circle on the floor. Once she was back in front of him she finished the circle. It was amazing how she could do that perfectly and never once look down. As soon as the circle was complete she put her hand where the beginning and end met. Angela said something quickly that Emily did not understand, but in less tha

He said flatly, though a corner of his mouth curved up. Angelina was already flipping open her sketch pad. "Look! I drew you!" She said, turning the page to show a bright, colorful drawing of what looked like me with long dark hair, standing in a field of hearts and stars. There was even a tiny version of her holding my hand. "It’s beautiful, sweetheart." I smiled, letting my fingers trace the edge of the page. "You’re getting so good at this." She grinned and leaned against me. The room felt warmer than usual, like someone had turned the world down to a slower, sweeter pace.

At his command, they began filing out of the hall, heading toward the very doors where I was standing. Seeing my opportunity, I stepped forward and entered the hall while they made their way outside I moved farther inside, allowing the men to pass around me as they left. One by one, they disappeared through the doorway until the vast hall was finally cleared. Then his voice reached me. “Angelicca, it is a pleasure to see you again,” he said formally. I turned my attention toward him. The Alpha Lord adjusted his posture, straightening himself in his seat as he settled more firmly upon the chair at the top of the altar.