Alice Angel Drawing Novels & Stories

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”

I’d been ignoring it all day, but something made me pull it out. Aliyah: Thinking of you today. Sending all my love. And below that, a photo. My daughter, holding up a drawing. It was crude, the way children’s drawings are, but I could make out two stick figures with angel wings and halos, surrounded by stars and hearts. At the bottom, in Aliyah’s handwriting: “She made this for you. She says your parents are angels now and they’re watching over you. She misses you too” The tears came then. I sat on my parents’ porch steps and sobbed into my hands, my whole body shaking with the force of it.

Gardenia's smile grew wider, and she kept on nodding as if Alice was the teacher and she was the student, "I’ll ask mama. Please come frequently." Alice suddenly felt bad hearing her request. What if she gets caught up in a vampire situation and dies? Would Gardenia be sad if she suddenly didn’t go and visit her? Gardenia’s mood changed drastically, and she rushed towards the tube full of drawings. She carefully pulled out one of the drawings and gave it to Alice. "What is this?" Alice asked with confusion. It was a drawing of a four-leaf clover, which Alice didn't know when Gardenia drew. There were so many drawings she did that Alice didn't have time to check everything.

Seeing the pretty woman with fiery red hair and light violet eyes with that particular flirty mole under her lower lip at the edge of her corners, Alice paled. Although she was a very attractive woman despite her age, just as she was beautiful, she was also dangerous when she got angry. "M-Master Jainal" she spoke with a trembling voice. "Alice, I hope you have a good excuse to skip your art class for thirty minutes." "W-Well actually I do…" She couldn't tell her that she had forgotten that she had a class with her because fascinated with Alucard, that day she didn't care about anything at all since early she had simply dressed up and prepared to see Alucard and completely forgotten his agen

Alice was still and looked into his direction but literally not looking at him and she recovered her voice in the silence that flowed the house, all eyes were on her and all hands on deck for anything she could demand for. “I don’t know yet, it is not looking very clear… It is a book… I think! Oh! Yes, it is a book. A strange book with…” Alice was already sketching on the air.. Bella Swan, now Edward’s legal human wife reached out for a book and a pen and she placed the book on the floor and put the pen into Alice’s hands as she help grip of the pen firmly. She drew and sketch a book with signs on its cover; a ring and the eyes from a wolf. Her visions seemed to be getting clearer enough tha

The three of us at breakfast, all of us at the one table, even though I could count on one hand the mornings I was ever really there. He’d drawn the mornings I missed like they’d happened anyway. Alice’s breath caught on that page. She didn’t say anything. “He always drew you bigger,” she said quietly, a few pages later. A drawing of the two of us, her small in one corner, me taking up most of the page. “Why.” “You were the one he watched the door for.” I looked at the page. My hand found the edge of it and stopped. She turned another. The training yard — stick figures with swords too big for their hands, one of them plainly meant to be me. Underneath, in careful, crooked letters: MY DAD IS

hidden in their shadows. Angel walked forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones, entirely out of place in the rugged winter courtyard. Her eyes swept over the kneeling Elder Thomas, the disheveled Valerie, and finally landed on Draven’s bare, scarred chest. A sudden flash of greedy regret crossed her face when she realized the "monstrous" Alpha she had rejected was a magnificent, powerful god. "Well, well," Angel purred, her voice carrying a high-pitched, haughty velvet tone. "I come to check on the family arrangement, and I find my little stepsister completely failing to keep her husband's bed warm."

Alice replied, "Far enough to reach hell." Alice handed Vivian the wrapped head and led the way up to a door. When they reached it, she shifted her hand into her wolf form and sliced a line on her arm, drawing blood. She took the blood she'd drawn and placed it in the keyhole. Vivian looked at her skeptically, her eyes holding questions she couldn't put into words.

she asked me as she closed the door before taking a seat next to me as I sat on my bed. “About five minutes, it felt wrong not being in here. I just need to be around her scent. Why did this happen Angel, why did the goddess take my Alice?” before I knew it Angel was pulling me into a hug as I broke down in front of her. “Oh honey, I wish I had an answer for you I really do. Alice was the best person I had ever known; I feel blessed that she was my friend and I know she loved you. I promise you we will find out what happened” she replied whilst rubbing my back.

Alice breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile, “It’s just some notes of the meeting. I have got no bright idea.” Zayden didn’t say anything. His index finger suddenly lifted the corner of the notebook and directly turned to the page full of turtles as Alice stared at him in astonishment. Alice touched her forehead, feeling extremely embarrassed and worried. “Drawing some turtles shouldn’t be counted as malpractice. Besides, I am the one who saved his son. He won’t punish me, right? This just a fault of not concentrating in a meeting?” Alice said in her heart. “I think I have ignored your talent before, Miss Brown.” He was secretly mocking her drawing.