Angel Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Angel says and continues going through the shelves as she hears Nicholas continue to giggle. "What am I going to do babe? I enjoy calling you that" Nicholas continues to sting Angel, and she rolls her eyes. "Okay, okay." Nicholas says and takes a long breath. "Look for a file that says 'Andrew Romano." Angel starts looking through the bags and goes by the letters. She reaches the shelf of files that start with the letter A. She goes through the files and finds the file.

Camila asked as she was still not following the conversation "Make this your bible and read it," Mrs Garcia toss a pocket-size book to her. Camila looked at the book which was a small notebook. She opened the first page and saw a table of words and their meaning. She looked at her mother "Yes, you will need that for public gathering," Mrs Garcia said and she looked into the book and saw the word 'my heart' and scuffed "She was talking about her husband. Okay what does the word 'surgeries' mean?" she thought as she went through the list of words

She drops the last item to the floor, and I stand in front of her. "Not yet. I won't fuck you yet, Angel, not when you have no fucking idea about things." "I've read books, Gray." Her words are sharp. I know she reads books. It makes her brothers uncomfortable as hell when it's clear the book she's reading is smut.

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

He pressed his lips to mine before speaking, “it’s the angel blood.” Excuse me, what? “What does that mean?” I asked him. He grabbed my hand, led me to his study and sat me down on a chair. He reached on a bookshelf and pulled down an old leather bound book. He opened it up to a bookmarked page and showed it to me. This page was all about angels! What stood out to me though was that angels were attracted to strong, dominant men who would produce the best offspring. The stronger the offspring would be, the harder it would be to resist. I looked at him incredulously.

"Ate? Manang Cora is already asking for the payment, because the list of our debts to her store is already long." ***** While walking on their dark and small road, Angel kicks every stone she steps on. This is what she hates the most when her Kuya isn't around, she doesn't know where she will turn to. She hates this feeling, when she doesn’t know what to do. She will borrow and then she doesn't even know how she will pay. Hey, life! She whispered as she looked up at the sky. She was greeted by the dark sky with twinkling stars.

[Rachel’s POV] Vincenzo invited me to the East Coast, saying we needed to discuss an alliance. This time, I did something unusual. Instead of taking a helicopter, I boarded a train alone. Not long after I sat down, a man wearing a cap and sunglasses took the seat across from me. He spoke first. “Don’t look at me. Just read a book.” I opened a book and replied quietly, “Victor, I told you I don’t want to see you again.”

I had just stepped out of Lord Alaric Seraphiel's west-tower study when I ran into Adrian and his brothers in the gallery. The moment they saw me, the Seraphiel heirs went quiet. Then Lucien gave a lazy whistle, and the others burst out laughing. “Well, look who came crawling back again. Elena Drakon really can't stay away from Adrian's golden wings.” “The great dragon heiress chasing an angel like a lovesick fool. House Drakon must be bursting with pride.”

I asked her and, without stopping walking, she replied. “Yes, I died less than a week ago. Long story short, I said no to the egotistical Alpha Aaron. As a result, he rejected my as.s and sold me to Blake, who decided to hand me to that Demon-Wolf, Elijah. For whatever hell of a reason, he killed me — maybe a virgin damn sacrifice; who knows why he chose me to be his victim,” Angeline shook her head. “Virgin?” Stormy barked in my mind, a wolfish grin forming on his muzzle.

The extremities of humans' and demons' auras changes colour according to their emotions. The book is set during a time when the angels and demons are at war. The story centers around an angel called Angela who lives on earth. She is known to be a gentle, demure, and kind angel who helps the poor and starving, settle disputes, and promote fairness. Peace and happiness are always left in her wake.