Angel Diablo Novels & Stories

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

Can he tell that I might be in trouble? As if on cue, his deep voice floods my mind. My knees tremble from the intensity of it. 'Angel? What's wrong?' I don't answer, determined to make her talk. "Do you know who I am?" Sabrina growls as she moves. She's increasing in height, her skin turning dark blue. Her eyes are a bright yellow colour. Holy shit. "I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me what you are?" I say, even though my heart is racing now.

Right now, Angel was my only priority. He took a step closer, hands still clasped, completely unbothered by the weapon aimed at his heart. “Kill me and you’ll never find her. Or maybe you will, eventually. In pieces. Scattered across—” “Tell me where she is or I swear to God—” “God?” Daniel laughed, the sound echoing off the metal walls. “God has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me. It’s always been between you and me. She’s just the prize we’re both fighting over.”

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

Isabella said annoying Camila "What is wrong with you? Are you for me or against me? You know what? The reason why I failed is because I have an enemy for a friend. A devil who calls herself my best friend but only works against me. Wait, are you helping the Carters?" Camila asked "Camila, you don't see it when someone cares about you, do you? If I am not supporting any of your plans is because I know it will not bring you happiness," Isabella said getting down to of bed and standing on the other side of the bed facing Camila.

I said and pour the acid from his shoulder His painful scream is like a melody to my ear. His screaming is the best food for my burning rage inside me. It’s been two days; since this fucker planned an attack on me. From that day my angel is avoiding me. First I will deal with this Fucking shit. Then I will go to my angel. I heard she got a fever from her team manager. She is so fragile. They pour the acid still I see his bones. No one should dare to cross me. “Please kill me, I can’t take this anymore” he shouted while crying.

Impatient to devour the flesh of his victims. Having their screeching screams and pleas fill his ears, it was always melodious to his ears. He loved when his victims please for their life, like it depended on him. Which it did at that point. But no matter the pleas, he never forgives. If he was nice with them, he would let them chose how he would kill them. But forgiveness was never in his chronicle, thus his name...El diablo. But first, he would exercise a little patience and wait for his men to give the feedback he asked for. Then he would hunt down his victims by himself and collects back what was stolen from him.

I was tired — tired of the games, the betrayals, the endless cycle of blood and vengeance. When we finally pulled up to the ranch, I saw them before I even stepped inside — Adriana and Alberto, Angel’s father. Standing side by side like partners in crime. Adriana looked amused. “You didn’t really think I’d spend all this time just being your sidekick, did you?” I didn’t answer. I just looked at her, then at Alberto, and I felt something heavy settle in my chest. Alberto smirked. “You’ve been in my way for too long, Castle. You and that boy of mine.”

The tension between him and Riya was palpable and the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut by a butter knife. When they were out of sight, she stole to where the babies are knelt beside them, cooing like a dove. “You guys take care of yourself, I’m sticking with these angels, and yes, they are sleeping in my bed tonight.” Georgia raised up an eyebrow, “Trust me, you don’t want do that. Especially when there is a life sized Annabelle doll in the mix.” Riya looked at her in confusion, “what do you mean?” “The female,” Anna responded, forking the last bite of pancakes down her throat, “she packs a punch.”