Romans & histoires Angel And The Outlaw

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

his uncle says and Nicholas stands with his back to him and smiles. "We'll see about that," he said and left the room. Angel in the room is still Tied up in a chair trying to take a little nap but unable to. Her eyes close but she was cant fall asleep. The chair was not comfortable at all. And her neck started to hurt. She forced her head up and opened her eyes. Looking around she saw the guards dozing on their comfortable chairs. Angel knew this was the right time to try to escape. She tried to move her hands and loosen the tie. She tries hard to take the tie off her hand as she continues to look at the guards, hoping they don't hear or see what she's doing. The straw rope was tied tightly

After finding out, soon the chief started to shoot right straight at the vampire but its speed is so impressive that even it can able to dodge bullets so fine than escape so hard. And after leaving his friend, the vampire escaped from that place by attacking the chief, and the teenage boy who was caught by the vampire talks to the chief with pain, “Sir, please help me and stop my friend”. Then the chief asks that teenage boy, “What’s your name, Kid?” And the teenager answers him, “Yamori Sugawara” Then the chief tells him, “Ok, Yamori just get back to the top and find my junior”. After saying it, Yamori started to run even though he lost so much blood and strength to run, and while he was ge

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

I spat. _____________ Third POV: Leyla, Angel’s wife, was considered a rogue since she renounced and fled the Blood Moon Pack. Rogues have a distinctive smell when they no longer belong in a pack. Their scent is described as an old dumpster or rotten eggs. _____________ “It’s funny how you’d think I would stay. I left for MY baby, Angel. You’ll never see her.” She smirked. “At least I know I left her in good hands in a peaceful environment, receiving the love she needs, you know…the type of love you know nothing about. You never deserved me, so what makes you think you deserve her? I don’t understand why the moon goddess fated me to you…you worthless piece of cra—”

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

The Angel's eyes were not seen no more, only his evil smirk for he covered it with his hood again. "You are a liar," he grunted. "You all are!" he flashes a smile. "I am going to be waiting for all of you, watching you. And either what you'll accomplish, you will fall in an awful adventure." Amorivia didn't know what to feel. The Angel has been gone for quite some minutes now but her legs were still soft. What if she chose to be with him? Will those lonely eyes of him be replaced with something? And when she gets back to the Lost boy, should she tell him that what she thought was Peter is the Angel?

It is not too late. She sat with the phone in her hand after the call ended and thought about all the family she had not known she had. An eighty-three-year-old grandmother in Albuquerque. A compound full of brothers who had claimed her. A man in the next room who had told her she was safe here on the first night and had been right every day since. She was turning all of this over in her mind when Colt came in from outside with a particular look on his face that she had learned to read as: there is a thing I do not know how to say so I am going to stand here until I figure it out. She looked at him. She said: what is it. He said: the civil case against Carter Mercer. The subsidiary of Elena'

the whole pack chorused. "In case you are wondering who these are. This is my uncle, my father's junior brother, Alpha Bardulf Wulfblood of The Boldclaw Prowlers’ Pack and Luna Hera Wulfblood from Ohio. They are Angel’s parents. Their land was stolen and they were kept as slaves. A lot of us here know what that was like. But now they are free and now home. Accord them the courtesy you would accord me. Having them here feels like having my parents back."