Angel From Lady And The Tramp Novels & Stories

Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a soft, reassuring smile graced her face. Evelyn gasped softly, her hand gripping Alex’s arm as they both stared in awe. “Who… who are you?” Evelyn asked, her voice trembling with both shock and curiosity. The woman’s voice was melodic, calm, and filled with a soothing power. “I am an… angel” She said simply, her smile never faltering. Alex and Evelyn’s eyes widened at her words. An angel. They had heard of them but never had they thought they would see one standing before them.

Angel said "Please daddy I want June, bring June back daddy, please. I promise to be a good girl, I promise to eat all my food and go to school and stay out of fights. I won't ask for ice cream or cookies and I won't watch princess movies again so please call June and ask her to come back" That was the last statement Angel made before she went to bed that night.

A blinding light radiated from me. "Thank you, angels!" I prayed as a light of gold and white escaped through my hands, bathing Tommy and I in rays of pure angelic power. "We will hold you to that promise Abigail." An ominous voice poured out from the light. Looking up through my long lashes at Jason, the look of surprise and hope plastered on his handsome face made my heart skip a beat. The bitterness and hostility I had seen on his face, even as he tried to hide it from me while comforting Tommy, had vanished.

She looked like she was on a mission, and heaven help anyone who got in her way. “Well, damn.” Luca let out a low chuckle. “She looks pissed.” “She sure does.” Matto grinned, peering over the edge of his glass. My brow quirked upward in amusement. “My angel, what a pleasant surprise. I didn’t expect to see you flying through my door quite so... dramatically.” I took in her less-than-thrilled expression and added, “Is everything alright? You look like you’re about to either kiss me or kill me. I’m hoping for the former.”

The pups’ laughter fades away and when I opened my eyes, Divina and my pups were gone. Archangel Gabriel gives me a sympathetic look. “It would have been a beautiful life. It’s the one I was rooting for,” he says quietly. The background shimmers and the colors morph into a new landscape and an angel with light blue wings stands with their back to me. Wings that remind me of Divina’s. I can’t tell if the angel is male or female at this angle. They stand at the edge of a cliff looking out over the ocean as it crashes against the rocks below. My breath catches when the angel turns and it’s Divina. She looks sad. Her eyes are dull with dark circles. She is dressed in battle gear and her shoulder

“About yesterday, I--” Angel waved his hand. “How do you like the presents?” I watched as he picked up one of the boxes and opened it. “What’s this about, Angel?” His smile widened. “Say my name again.” “What?” He took a step closer. “Say my name again. I like the way you say it.” I snorted. “Are you out of your mind?” “Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged. I gasped. Was he high? “You know, you are the first woman to ever put hands on me…”

“I told you not to do those reckless things. It wasn't imagination, Angela. It was real.” A frown appeared between her brows as memories of the dream resurfaced. Then a smile slowly curved her lips. Her mother. The angel in her dream had been her mother all along. “You think you are loosing yourself into the imagination, but it’s always a reality.” Angela looked up at him. “So you were always there,” she whispered. “My protector.” Her gaze softened and she leaned her face down before kissing his chin. “And thank you, Gideon. For saving this troublesome girl again. I couldn't thank enough my mother and moon goddess for blessing you as my mate.”

The plum curtain was still half drawn like last night. ‘No chance of sniper.’ But he didn’t stop analyzing everything. The woman’s smile only got wider at his answer, aware of what Tony was thinking. She loved prey that used half of their brain. She was theatrically like her father—both loved seeing people squirm. Then Tony murmured her name like a curse. “Beth.” She was about to reply when suddenly— The suite door clicked open quietly. Scent of coffee filled the air. Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes.

Luna Ella at that moment squeezed the Alpha Kings arm, holding onto him, thankful to have a mate so compassionate as him, before she says to the angels, “Our Goddess is merciful, and her love is unconditional. Trust that she will do everything in her power to help your mate, as I cannot see her forsaking her blood.”

Instead, Ethan said, “This is a matter between alphas, and she isn't your Luna yet. So please, miss, let me offer you an escort.” “I live nearby,” Angel said, “I can just go. I don't need an escort.” “It's not safe to travel alone,” Leo said. “I'll take her home after our talk,” Ethan said. “Angel, would you be comfortable waiting inside the manor? There's a very nice library right through that side door, there. You can't miss it.” “That sounds lovely,” Angel said. “I'll wait for you, then.” She bowed formally to both alphas before she left, which Leo found odd. Why did she bow to her lover? Maybe she was just being extra formal because he was there.