Angel Dust's Sister Novels & Stories

"I'll text you the address." "Please do, my driver will be there in a jiffy." I hung up and looked over at Daniel. He looked so angelic in his sleep, I still couldn't wrap my head around his god like beauty. I ran my fingers through his hair, children with him would be the most beautiful creatures ever Children. I remembered immediately that my sister was carrying his child and pulled my hand away from his hair like he had electrocuted me. I needed to stay focused, I groaned.

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.

I froze, my head turned towards the voice, all my senses heightened at the oddly familiar sensation I was feeling. And there she stood, my sister Angelica, the ever favorite daughter and princess of my parents. Her natural blonde was cut short in a bob framing her small face with plump lips and beautiful blue eyes, she'd always been the beautiful one. Except that her heart was filled with poison and nothing more.

The silent dancer was no other person but Damon’s sister… SELENE!!!

“When my brother told me what Diego did to you—how he murdered you on your wedding night, I was mortified. In all my years of living and exploring the world, I have never came across such cruelty. Another thing I had never come across was reincarnation. The moon goddess, wherever the hell she is, out you in the body of Sapphire Blackwood, the sister of your killer. That is something, isn't it?” “Yeah, it is.” have Just then, I remembered I hadn't seen Ashton all morning. If there was anyone who knew where he had taken off to, it was Rhea. “Where is Ashton? I haven't seen him all morning.” I asked. She hummed lightly. “Uhm… he's out and about.” She answered vaguely. “He asked me to keep you c

Grandma Elizabeth turned to Antonio. “Who is the young woman?” “I am… Angela's sister, Kerry”. Kerry replied, hoping she will be freed. That answer was unexpected, it took her surprised. Angela sister? She turned to Antonio her confused face asking a lot of questions. “What's going on here, Antonio, why? Why is Angela's sister in your dark room and bonded up like a captive?” Antonio walked to a dispenser and got a glass of chilled water to quench his thirst.

What does she mean by that? "Who's Angel?" Her sister finally speaks. "She's the little girl with a side-braid." That's the girl who's been appearing lately. Again, it went quiet. "You didn't know? No one knows, right? Even you Luke?" I frowned. She giggled. Stood up, walked towards the piano and sat on its chair.

Anastasia’s voice came rushing out of the archway that led to their personal lounge. "Anastasia." I said. We weren’t exactly close. After all, Azrael and I clashed a lot and I was kept at a distance from his personal life. No doubt he didn’t trust that I wouldn’t tell Anastasia what a sleazebag he was. I now hugged my sister-in-law. She looked the same as ever; her hair pinned into an elegant bun, a small crown upon her head and she wore a deep plum coloured dress. "And she comes to cast her negativity upon my son." Azrael’s voice came.

"She will understand, she always told me not to hand you over, look Charlotte I did some bad things after that night our parents got killed things I haven't been proud of, and all because of uncle Sylvester and Aunt Elena but the moment I met Amy something inside of me changed it was like I saw the light for the first time. I know I will do anything to get her back but I won't kill my sister." "Who is aunt Elena?" I asked. The name sounds familiar. "She is mothers' and aunt Aurora's sister they were triplets," he said and I looked at him shocked. What!

And she didn't know about it in the past? Right on cue, the stranger offered a charming smile. “Name’s Ariel De Angelis. That asshole’s brother,” he said, nodding toward the crowd where Angelo stood. Then Ariel gave a dramatic little wave to his brother, one that clearly annoyed him. Across the room, Angelo let out a sharp snort. The nerve. “Wow,” Amedeo whistled beside Angelo. “She’s stunning.” “I know, right? Too bad she’s stuck with Mr. Cold stone over here,” Aurelio added with a smirk.