Novel & Cerita Angel Dust Pilot

(General Eliza) She browsed through the information whilst still on the line with Elijah. "that Overlord Class happened to just emerge out of nowhere…even Bina got no knowledge of it…still, there's another matter on hand…Master has ordered for the [Project Angel] to be launched there…we need your Ace pilot…I need that person to be able to the job perfectly…any mistake can impact the safety of master well being…so you have someone over there that you trust?…". (Elijah) Despite her protective step, Elijah still unable to predict such an outcome will happen, she sigh as she contemplates on her over sight.

I need a f*cking drink, even if it’s Monday I’ll just be home before midnight, Dorothy is back from family leave anyway. I wore a cap and my glasses, writing a note for Dorothy just in case she woke up before being back and grabbed my keys and wallet. I went downstairs and wore my shoes and my jacket, not bothering to change my sweatpants and my Warhammer shirt and stuck the note on the fridge and I didn’t even bother bringing my phone with me as I know I’ll be back before midnight. I just hope I can avoid Leo… and my Angel- I mean Angel. •• I’m on my third glass of scotch, my eyes shifting to the main stage to watch m- Angel dance.

What the hell was she thinking? Luca looked into my feisty little angel and found out she was working at a strip club owned by Bane, one of our well-known dealers. I had asked my PI to follow Summer after that, and the very next day, received text messages with pictures of my angel dancing half-naked in some club. It was a punch in the gut, a blow I never saw coming. She was too sweet and innocent to be shaking her ass in front of strangers.

Angel The luxury of the pent house felt like a gilded cage. I didn't care about the silk sheets or the view of the city lights that stretched out like fallen stars. I spent the night huddled on the floor by the window, my knees tucked to my chest. I cried until my throat was raw and my eyes felt like they were filled with sand. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the vial of white powder. I saw the cold, accusing look in Drake Crane’s eyes. I thought of Papa, lying in that small, dark room, waiting for a daughter who might never come home.

"The silver dust, the kidnapping... they didn't just want to hurt us. They're looking for something. They're looking for her." Angus turned to me. The fire from the hearth reflected in his brown eyes, making them look like molten gold. He stepped toward me, his presence overwhelming, his obsession palpable. He didn't just love me; he looked at me as if I were the sun and the moon mixed together. It was like a prize he would burn the world to keep. "They aren't looking for a 'her', Ellie," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in my chest. "They are looking for the Future Luna. They've realized that the woman I found in that rotting shack in Arleta isn't a human stray.

Axton to me, confused about the whole scenario, but not to me, his devious plans were as clear as day. The unmistakable sound of a helicopter landing someplace in the distance disrupted my words as well as Mr Axton’s attention. “This conversation isn’t over, Elena.“ He said and moved his chair. Then he stopped at the door to stare at me one last time. “Uh and, you can put up with the formalities for Mrs. Lopez. I’m Angel. Just Angel.” Just Angel. I stared out the window of my designated room towards the field below where the now-vacated helicopter had landed with mixed feelings. I didn't know what to make of Angel Axton. Yet.

he voiced his concern. Angelina, no longer bothering to feign kindness, sneered, her true colors surfacing. "Your dad will be so happy to see you. We're taking a little detour, that's all." As the surroundings became increasingly unfamiliar, Ashley’s unease intensified. He sensed the looming danger, the sinister energy that clung to Angelina like a dark shroud. Before he could voice his fears, Angelina, he was beginning to understand her plan and she resorted to drastic measures. With a swift, heartless blow, she knocked Ashley unconscious, sealing his fate in the clutches of her malevolence.

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.

*:first-child]:mt-0 [&_>*:last-child]:mb-0"> Angelina POV I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the morning sunshine streaming through the glass roof, but it was completely useless. I finally gave up, groaning as I pushed myself up to sit in the center of the massive bed. My eyes were still half-closed, my hair was a tangled rat's nest, and the cord of my earphones was tightly woven into a knot of hair near my ear.

I am no longer thinking about anything else. I have been feeling terrible about sending her away. If I didn’t, she would still be by my side, and I would’ve made sure she was safe constantly. “We’re about to land”, the pilot informs us, and I look out of the window, and it’s dark for a spring day. It feels like it could rain. I feel for my gun as I can see Angel doing the same. He is sitting in front of me. While Theo is next to me, and Killian is at the front with the pilot.