Angel: A Maximum Ride Novel Novels & Stories

Even I checked it three times to make sure I wasn't imagining it. I told no one—not my father, not Dr. Idris. Some secrets are safer in my head, especially when the people you tell will only tell you to stop digging. *** And this afternoon, when I hear that Angel, who suddenly withdrew from school just yesterday, has returned. Whatever I'm doing can wait. This is the perfect chance to solve the puzzle that has been growing in my mind for too long. Or, more accurately, to gather evidence.

WIth that he turned back to the computer screen and weent back to work. Amaris turned and walked out and went back down to the kitchen. A beautiful dark haired woman with bright green twinkling eyes was standing at the counter with a platter full of sandwiches in front of her. “Hi I’m Angel.” She says holding out a hand to Amaris. “You must be Lyle’s Mate.” Amaris shook her hand “I’m Amaris. It’s nice to meet you.” Amaris mind linked Anna “Why is everyone here saying that. Is there something that I am missing?” Anna looks at Amaris thoughtfully. “Well, honestly you smell different lately. I am not sure what it is. Maybe it is that since you have found your mate, whether you are marked and ma

Patricia was left on the porch, confused with what just happened. Angela became more and more uncontrollable. She doesn't care who her father kills. All she cares about is having fun and spending money. She would rent the expensive cruise ships and resort islands, all in the name of partying. Why would she care? She's Angela Maxford. She can do whatever she wants. "Dance party people!" The disc jockey shouted on the microphone as he played a lively disco mix so loud that even the creatures under the sea could hear it.

- I ask him. - I don't know. I got dizzy and sleepy. But what do you think about going to my uncle's pack with me? - I'm too old for pack changes. Do you hate coming with me so much, Angel? The two of us, side by side, can run free in the forest. I lost my mate. You reject yours. We are just two mateless men. Nothing holds us anywhere. - I need to go to the bathroom and wash my face. - Angel says, getting up, but falls to the ground senseless.

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

So these three angels come to bless my life, to tighten the bond between me and Casmien, and above all to form a family. THE END ********************

Angel looked up, surprise flickering across his face before transforming into a grin. "For us?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "Absolutely! A special breakfast for a special family moment," I replied, beaming with pride. We gathered around the table, the clinking of utensils and the shared laughter forming the soundtrack of our morning. As we savored the food, Heaven, with the innocence only a child possesses, decided to share her latest discovery. "Daddy, guess what? I have a crush on a boy named Eden!" Angel's reaction was immediate—he rolled his eyes and shot a warning glance. "Eden, huh? Be careful, sweetheart. Eden is not exactly good news," he cautioned, his protective ins

Elina regained her wits and wiped the water from her forehead. “But you might need something sharp… your hands won't work…tell you what, I saw something sharp not far from here…distract act it while I get it,” Elina said breathlessly while glancing around. It was impossible to see anything with all the fog and the rain. Angel wanted to laugh, he couldn't believe a little girl was giving him orders. Before he could stop her, she already ran in the opposite direction. He didn't mind knowing it was safer that she left, turning around, Angel saw the flaming red eyes of the best, its breathing had hyped up. Steam escaped his wise nose as it advanced with predatory steps. His mission was to destro

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

Angela’s POV I couldn’t move. My eyes remained fixed on the faded drawing spread across the brittle page. The winged crest. My crest. The one resting against the side of my neck. Beneath it, written in elegant, timeworn script, was a single sentence. ‘The winged crest belonged only to those born beneath the ancient curse.’ A chill ran down my spine. “Guys…” My voice barely rose above a whisper. I didn’t have to call twice. I heard chairs scrape against the wooden floor as both Xavier and Silas hurried toward me.