Allison Angel Novels & Stories

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

She stood up quickly and called out, "Angela!" The maid came rushing in. "Yes, ma’am?" "Get me a bottle of champagne. We’re celebrating tonight!" Angela looked confused but nodded and left. Allison walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. Even with her pale skin and tired eyes, there was now a spark. A light. She fixed her hair a little and waited. Angela returned with a bottle and a glass. Allison opened it herself, poured a drink, and raised the glass high. "To my guardian angel," she whispered, then took a sip.

She kept telling herself, she didn't need to go there. Angel and Allison were due within a few weeks of each other, so they decided to have one big baby shower for both women. Dymin learned about Allison's story and how she had lost her first baby years ago. Hearing her struggles brought tears to her eyes. Made her own story seem so insignificant. She was happy for both women. She caught him watching her several times. And she kept telling herself not to go there. But she so wanted to go there and with him! Cash thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. With her Carmel brown gorgeous skin to her super dark curly hair. And her eyes were like dark pools of chocolate, his favorite

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.

All men stared at her, jaw dropped on the floor, their eyes filled from the feast that is Angel's beautiful being. Deep red lips. Bosom that can make any man salivate and hips that never told a lie. And what's more is that angelic face that matches her name. She was wearing a green dress that hugged her curves and heels that accentuate her buttocks. She walked gracefully towards the platform where Jihanna was standing at, then she shook Jihanna's hand as they exchange formalities and greetings. "Hello, I'm Angel Beatrice Lewis, but you can call me Angel or Angie." She announced through the microphone. "I'll be working with you guys for the next two to three months, and I'll be expecting a lo

She got more into it than she should have, all things considered. Lily continued talking about vampire squids and the ROV footage she had watched already until they arrived and met up with the questionably happy couple. It was far too easy to ramble when the person she was talking to didn’t cut her off. Angel wore a simple sleeveless white dress that stopped above her knees and looked like a regular part of her wardrobe rather than a wedding dress. Her hair was curled but her glasses were on and she wore light makeup. Most likely so no one would recognize her as the rather scandalous Miss Americana winner who turned down the crown on live television.

I told him as if reminding him not to forget a thing, not a person who could decide for himself whether he would want to go or not. Frank was about to steer the car away from Heaven Avenue when he slowed down again after hearing me clear my throat. He glanced at me, waiting for me to say something. I took a deep breath as I looked outside the street, seeing two teenagers laughing while walking on the pavement. “Are you sure you met all the Angelas working in this area?” “Yep,” he answered as he continued driving. “I even met girls with names Angelica, Angelou, Angel-” “Just a yes or no, Frank,” I said impatiently, cutting him.

"Something happened, Allison, and I know you don't want to talk. I'm not stupid, and looking at you, I can see you're not well. And I'm the one who's hurt because I know you don't trust me to tell the truth. Stephan is an angel, daughter; he did something to you, didn't he?" Angel? Even the devil was once an angel.