Angel Diablo Novels & Stories

“ Damian ! “ said Angelo and rushed to hug him . “ Little kid , how have you been ? “ asked Damian hugging him back with a smile . When looking at Angelo , madam Diana felt that he was very very cute . She thought that maybe he was teh son of someone in the Landar family but she didn't know that Angelo was Antonio's son . “ I have been well . I was drawing with my grandmother . By the way , you have to meet my grandmother . “ said Angelo excitedly . “ Oh , we have already met each other but she doesn’t seem to like me that much . She might hate me quite a lot . I don't know what to do . “ said Damian’s it’s a sad looking expression . “ My grandmother is a very kind and gentle type of person

I slip my boots off, hearing the shower being turned off. A ball of steam circles Angelo as he steps out with nothing but a towel around his waist. Goddess this man was made to sin. My mouth is practically salivating as my hormones go on overdrive looking at my mate. His toned perfect pecs and his toned abs, and I'll never get sick of seeing my name tattooed over his heart. Angelo chuckles as he stands before me using his finger to tilt my face up to look at him. “Did you miss me, Diablo?” he asks looking into my white eyes, I swallow suddenly having a dry throat; Fucking hell, Den get your shit together.

Angel glanced between the two men and shrugged. “What I needed to, to get Jordan on board. His dad will not follow me, he will fight, but I can make short work of him if he keeps on. So, I told Jordan about the last man who thought I was just a supposed pretty face.” Damian lifted a brow but it was Antonio who answered. “The worst part about what Angel did to that man was cut off his dick.” Damian glanced back at Angel who only shrugged again. “I’m not a good woman, I belong to the mafia, my sins run deep and the blood I have spilled runs like a river. You can go, if you like, you wouldn’t be the first,” she told him in all honesty.

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

Nyx fainted, falling onto Elly. "Well, that happened." Len was growing more irritated with this by the minute. "Ostende te, tu ignavus!" He turned to Delirus and Erys. "Guard the Goddess!" They stood by her, ready to attack. The angel laughed and blew his whistle again. This time Delirus doubled over. "Looks like there's another dog here. Foeda daemon purgamentum!" Erys turned to Len. "Can I attack yet?" "Not yet," Len was watching the angel fly around, getting his description. "Orange wings, dark hair, gray mask and a rat tail." He swore under his breath as the angel flew too fast and disappeared.

Maybe that was why I gave him an answer, despite the fact that it all was hella creepy. “I want my sister, Stella. I want to be with her. I want Aaron to pay for what he did to me. I want all of them to pay. I need justice!” The words left me in a succession of cries, raw with emotion. “I will give it to you. I will give you everything and you can get your revenge from the one who wronged you mostly, the Goddess. She let your parents be taken from you. She gave you a cruel mate. You were only a child, a young girl who never knew pleasure or power, yet she coldly let you die. Your Goddess left you alone to fend for yourself and perish. I am here to make right of her wrongdoings.” He ran his t

And then—he slumped in the corner, breathing raggedly—away from the rain of bullets. Federico waited until silence fell, then dragged himself to escape. He saw that his men were all dead. But he didn’t care. He was gloating over his small victory against the Santa De Leones. Then, a voice rang out, loud and clear—but it wasn't for Federico. “Get down, Angel!” A beat. ‘My Angel?’ he thought. “Stay there!” ‘Ha! Who does this brat think he is?’ Calling Angel’s name like he owned it?

The pain that he was feeling wasn’t one that I would wish for an enemy, but I knew it well enough to know that it reshaped even the strongest of men. “He is coping, trying to at least.” I said, and he looked down at his feet. I knew that even he was in pain after finding out that his mate was the person who did this. The woman wasn’t only on his enemy’s side, but she was also the one who killed our pack’s beta, and that was something that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to save her from. It was a rage that she brought on herself, and a revenge that she was going to deserve when she was seen again. “Did you manage to find anything on them? Diego hasn’t said a word about your last meeting,

her attacker snarled, "Do you have no manners? Don't you know you're supposed to leave the room when I'm with my man?" Since when? She wondered, but wisely kept that question to herself. "I'm so sorry." "I'm sick and tired of your apologies," the angry woman sliced a hand through the air, "Get rid of that dirty water and refill with fresh one. Diego tracked dirt into the house." Estella glanced at the path Mr. El Diablo had taken into the house and squinted, trying to see the dirt that seemed to be only visible to the other woman, but she didn't want another slap so she rushed to do her bidding.