Novel & Cerita Angel Dust Personality

Dexter, with a playful quirk of his eyebrow, chimes in, "Is she stunning and hot? Her being human aside, her potential in mastering martial arts can always be honed and refined!" Blaze nods, his thoughts still ensnared by the memory of Astrid's luminous smile. "Oh, she's more than stunning. She's the most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out." Phoenix leans in, a glimmer of curiosity dancing in his eyes. "And what's she like, personality-wise?" As Blaze began to describe Astrid's character, his features underwent a transmutation, softening as he spoke. "She possesses an innate kindness, an exceptional intellect, and a rather formidable streak of possessiveness. There's an undenia

{ Eros } I'm Eros Angelou. Son of the biggest drug lord in the country. People call me The Prince and they stay far, far away from me. I’m 24 years old. I have gray eyes, olive skin, awesome tattoos, the most perfect teeth, a good ass, greek beauty, cero friends, anxiety and prolonged grief disorder. Because most of my family is dead and I can’t get over it… or more like, I refuse to get over it.

I started the sketch with her gorgeous eyes, all their fire and sadness. “We have to check on my Angel,” Stormy barked for the tenth time. I also wanted to make sure she was okay. Yet, differently from my wolf, I understood that smothering her would only make her feel uncomfortable and drive her away. Angeline was a force of nature, like thunder, wildfire. She was born to be free. That was one of the things that made me drawn to her. “We will, soon,” I told my impatient wolf.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

"You dare to insult this princess?" Asteria's eyes widen at her words, glancing at Asher playfully. A surprise shone in Asher's eyes as he looked at the change of demeanor in Asteria. This girl was a bizarre person, but that what made her attractive. He just found out that this bunny-like appearance of Asteria could be deceiving. At first, he thought that she started to be more relaxed around him since she'd obeyed by starting to call him by his name. Yet, he discovered that Asteria just simply wasn't the one who liked to behave. Hidden underneath that solemn look was the personality of someone who wished the world to plunge into chaos.

“You don’t know him.” “Don’t I?” She laughed, a short, sharp sound that held no warmth. “I know his type. Rich, powerful, broken. They think their trauma gives them a pass to treat everyone else like garbage. He was never going to love you Angel. You were a project. A pet. A pretty little butterfly he could keep in a gilded cage until he got bored.”

Good thing she hadn’t considered giving it up—es-pecially not for him, the hogsheaded, stuck-in-the-sand, stubborn son-of-a— Angel fell back to rest on her elbows and looked at the calm ripple of the sea’s surface. The truth was, she might have. Gods, what did that say about her? Half—if not all— of her life seemed to have been defined by conforming to others’ views and expectations of her. Angel, the student? Check. Angel, the Human-crazy Mer? Got that covered. Angel, the two-legged babysitter? Yep. Angel, who’d destroyed the veil of secrecy that had shrouded their race for millennia?

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

He doesn't know that Denver Nervar could be inexorable sometimes in his life. "What if I'm gay? Do you want me to fuck you?" Denver quickly shrinks by his strenuous voice. Angelito stands up and glares at him. Denver feels frightened when he grabs his hair and makes him kneel on the floor. "What did you say, you juvenile brat?" He doesn't also know that Angelito is a bipolar type. He can be happy in split seconds and instantly shift to an angry one if his patience turns gaunt. "Say it again," he coldly said monotonously, creeping his body. His goosebumps crawl all over his fair skin when Angelito is so scary!

She tried to smile again, but this time it was a fake one. "My name is Angela, Auntie," she answered with more emphasis on what she called me. "I met Silver a few days ago, and I want him to enjoy his stay in this resort with me and my friends." I looked at him, and I could tell from his look that my baby boy didn't want to go. We are thinking the same thing, and right now I don't like this girl hanging out with my son. With just one glance, I can tell that she has a negative personality.