Allison Angel Novels & Stories

Angel wasn’t stupid or deaf she’d heard the comments, but she’d grown a thick skin over the years, what people thought or said didn’t bother her. When they entered the dining room she came to an abrupt halt. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why. She was staring openly at Isabelle McDaniel’s known better as Belle McDaniel’s by family and friends. He knew what Angel was seeing; she was finally seeing the connection to her father’s family. This woman minus the hair and eyes was Angel at the age of nineteen. Belle was known for being one of the most beautiful women in Houston at the time. Her granddaughter it appeared would follow in her footsteps. Hunter said simply “Now you see

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

I had never seen anyone look so innocent yet sinful at the same time. My hands traced over her skin, my lips leaving reverent kisses across her body as if she were something holy, something meant to be worshiped. Around us, the other four, Mason, Liam, Wesley, River, were watching, admiring her beauty as much as I did. Allison reached for my face, her voice breathy. "Gosh, you look like a devilishly hot angel," she whispered against my lps. The night we shared during the Howling Moon made me feel alive. It made me feel like nothing else mattered but her. From that moment on, I couldn’t get her out of my system.

Even in my second life, I won’t back to you “You heard her loud and clear, Angie's done with your sorry ass for good,” Allison barked, jabbing a finger at Nathaniel's contorted face, her voice laced with seething contempt. “Wake up, you pathetic bastard. You've wrecked Angie's life at every turn, leaving nothing but ruins in your wake.” In a flash of blind fury, Nathaniel lunged and grabbed Allison's collar, his eyes bulging with madness as his brows knitted into a savage knot.

the smile on my face faded, instantly and my jaw ticked hearing an all too familiar name. Dylan also realized his mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mason, I forgot." I just nodded and walked to my room. I don't want to remember her name. She was a real bit¤h! She was a cheater. A liar. A girl who didn't care for anyone but herself. She always thought of her benefit. And then there's this girl. Angel. I love this name for her. She was just like an angel, sent by God to brighten my day. My foul mood was replaced by a contented one. I felt my lips curl upwards.

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.

PRINCE ROWAN'S POV Could this day get any worse. I sigh in frustration as I avert my eyes from the young girl who has just been dragged in front of the stage and look at the guards waiting for an explanation. The four guards step back to allow an older woman to step forward. I recognize her immediately.She is the mother of my mate. I don't know why I actually call the girl my mate, because she is not. We have no mate bond, but everyone including my parents think we are meant to be since she is the only other angel in the land and I'm just being ignorant and unloving.

' Tamisra says in my head, and I internally glare at her before I look at Aylin. Her head is cocked, but her face shows no emotion, although her hand is raised to her left as if to halt someone, and I look to see Roman standing, frozen with wide, awestruck eyes. "Interesting. I expected you to have wings; all those in the royal bloodline do, but yours resemble angel wings aside from the black. That would definitely be the Allaneo blood running through you." Allaneo? What is it with this damn family and A names? Also, Amara Alayna Allaneo would technically be my name if I wasn't raised as a Dawson? Yikes

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.