Angel Falls A Novel Holiday Novels & Stories

it was just his 25th birthday yesterday when his wife despite all this terrible situation they were in, still gave him a pendant with the grey stone matching his hair color as a gift. "Listen, Suzan, you saw it all, right? how we tried our best and the result is before your eyes, you're trying to heal your soon-to-be-dead husband haha *blood spout* it...it shows the differences between the enemy's and our strength, we threw our lives away, and yet they escaped....it's all pointless, it... it's better if we'd just surrender before them, it's my time to leave this world but you and our son....both of you can live on....just give in this thought of saving the damn world, promise me, Suzan, you'

Chiara approached where he was sitting, she spread her shirt on the floor beside him and sat down. Neither of them spoke as they watched the sunset over the calm ocean. As she watched the sunset, he glanced at her. She was an unfolding mystery and every cover he peeled off her revealed something more awe inspiring. He turned to look at the sky and decided to give the connection between them a chance. She was more than a murderer and he knew she had some good in her, she was just born into the wrong family. The brilliant sun glowed bright and illuminated the ocean. The intense assortment of yellow, orange and pink colors all over the sky with the fiery orange sun going below the water, rays o

Ian pulled back, laughing, face flushed and happy. Zhedya just smiled that small smile. "Merry Christmas, Angel." Ian looked around the room. At their chaotic, beautiful, hard-won family. "Merry Christmas," he whispered back. And for the first time in all their lives, everything was exactly as it should be. THE END

city of Florence was too beautiful. Too golden. Too poetic for the kind of life he wants to live. And poetry? It can’t save you from the mafia. Angel chewed his lips. He wants to go back to America. Period. Angel’s legs moved fast. His head was down but vigilant. Hands tucked into the long sleeves of his white stretchable shirt. His boots tapped against the cobblestone with urgency. His long necklace swayed slightly with every step. Eyes darting. ‘Where are they?’

Zane sighed and felt his mood become worse. An hour later, he knocked on her door. No one came to answer, he looked inside. It was empty. He felt his chest clench. She couldn’t have left on her own, could she? He hurried downstairs and as he went to find Ryder; he heard his angel talking to Anna in the kitchen. Zane relaxed and walked in to see her pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven. He smiled and stretched out a hand to take one. Ava slapped his hand with the spatula.

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

Yup" Casie: "Guys what is angel nights?" Eva: "It's the annual event in the kingdom where all angels gather and dance all night and all are dressed at their best. " Casie: "Wow. Is there any special dance form?' Sam; "Yes there is and You will get trained for it tomorrow. Now let's have a look at the outfits." Casie: "Sam this is girls boutique. Why you need a girl outfit?" Sam: "For you"

Brayden I leant against the door frame as I watch my angel fluttering around our room to get ready. Alpha’s Gideon, Zane, and Weston arrived earlier today. We have spent most of it in my office discussing the alliance and what each pack will get out of it. By lunchtime, we had the fine details worked out and we will be signing it tomorrow after it has been through its final rewrite. I just shake my head when my angel almost falls over after she has slipped on the heels she is wearing for tonight's dinner. She looks stunning as always in a floor-length iridescent dark purple gown that she topped off with silver heels.

The grand library glowed with the soft amber light of floating lanterns and a roaring hearth fire that cast long, dancing shadows across towering shelves. Guests had retired for the evening after another lavish solstice supper, but the manor refused to sleep. Enchanted books rustled faintly on their own, pages turning as if reading scandalous secrets aloud. Elara slipped inside after midnight, telling herself she only wanted a quiet moment with a novel to calm her racing mind. In truth, her body burned.

I set my phone down and stared at the ceiling, the bookmark on my nightstand, my heart still racing. I'd come to Colorado for Christmas with my best friend. I'd never expected to fall in love. But here I was. Completely, terrifyingly in love with Derek Hayes. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of it. I was just happy.