Angel Dust Character Novels & Stories

Angel In the dimly lit room, frustration tightened its grip on me as I paced back and forth. Selena's rejection stung, and the revelation of her connection with Daniel, a shadowy figure, intensified my resolve to keep a vigilant eye on her. I decided to reach out to Nadya, a woman with a reputation for being discreet and effective. Nadya entered the room, her presence exuding a quiet confidence. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Angel?"

In the end of this combat the girl takes off her mask and she was like an angel with black cold eyes and white skin like the snow, AHMET for the first time he was charmed he feels something he never experienced. The girl approached and said "my name is ANGY NIVA's sister!!" AHMET was under charme he did not say any words. ANGY put the mask again and she went out of the dojo, she went to waterfall and she spoke to herself . ANGY (happy) {he was very handsome like a charming prince what is that feeling i have i cannot even see him in the eyes,(angry) but why he didn't answer me he is arrogent or maybe I'm not beautiful enough fir him…..}

My eyes scanned everyone until I found who I was looking for. ‘Fuck…’ my brother said when he also saw her. Angel was wearing a black and gold sundress that cinched around her chest, laid flat against her toned stomach, and flared out at her hips. It ended a couple of inches above her knees. The gladiator heels that had ribbons that wound up her calves made her legs look like they went on for fucking days. As if sensing our gaze, she turned her head and smiled brightly at us before making her way over.

It reminded Alberto to kiss his Babymama and appreciate her for doing a good job in erasing his ugly past as the son of Elijah Petrov. “Did you also forget to mention the part where you forced yourself on my wife and killed her later on?” Alberto asked. He could swear he saw the guilt swept through Angelo’s eyes, but it was gone as soon as he saw them. Why? He has never had any human empathy since he knew him, and it was the same with his father, and also his so . Psychosis is running through the blood of each and every Castillo. The only least normal person was Daisy, who has only escaped death just because she was taken out of the country the moment she turned ten.

Angel’s Pov. It was evening, and I’d spent the entire day sulking in my room, trapped in my own thoughts, dissecting every piece of my life. I glanced at the time and decided I couldn’t stay locked in here any longer, it was time to escape my self-imposed exile. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the heaviness. I combed through my curls and threw them into a bun, though a small voice in my head whispered, Maybe I should braid it. Shaking off the indecision, I slipped into a simple dress, slid on a pair of sandals, and applied a light layer of gloss. Nothing fancy. Just enough to make me feel like myself again. When I made it down

Tears trickled down my cheeks and I tried sniffing it back in. A knock resounded from the door. Did he come back? “Phoenix. It’s Angel.” I sighed, and wiped my tears before telling her to come in. Angel was one of the artist whose work was displayed. She was a very beautiful woman who survived her husband’s domestic abuse. Just like me, she was rescued by the company.

I carry the helmet against my hip as I walk into the back of the diner. I look around and see her. Alessa Valentino-Petrov. “Well, well, Angel Moretti. It is so good to see you again. Please come, sit.” She says as she stands. Her mismatched eyes shining, watching me. One black with a sliver of blue around the enlarged pupil, the other green. Her long, dark hair was in a ponytail. She is wearing black leathers and high-heeled boots, with little silver chains on them. I walk towards her and look around the diner and see her girls all smiling at me as they lean lazily in their booths and I smile and wave at them. Lame Angel, real lame.

I tell him and turn to leave. "Wait! Do you really know who she is?" He asks and I merely nod in reply. "Yes, I do. She is Dhanishta, my Angel. And I am in love with her. So, you better listen to her and leave her alone." With that said, I turn around and go into the car leaving an astounded Devin behind. When I get into the car, my curious Angel stares at me with her sole attention. "What, Angel? Do you want to ask something?" She nods while still her eyes trained on mine as if in a daze.

Angel looked at Alvin, who was currently sleeping in Anjani's arms. "Why does her face remind me of someone?" said Angel. "Who?" asked Alessa. "Mr. Alden, I feel they look alike."

please note that James St patrick in this story line will also be called Jamie or Ghost st patrick and Angela will also be called Angie Paz is Angela's best friend Aaron is Paz's son,Tommy is James Elder brother and Kanan is James smaller brother and Tasha is James cousin. Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance.