Angel In Disguise Novels & Stories

And there, he could contact an ally who could check Angelina's background. *** "Buen dia." (Good Day) He looked up and watched the source of his disquiet walked into the room. His library. Where nobody else was allowed to go inside except the ones he trusted. She had attempted to tame her unruly luscious blond hair into a neat ponytail, but tendrils had already escaped sprinkling her forehead, cheeks, and alabaster throat. She was wearing a traditional off-the-shoulder white blouse and a sky-blue skirt that made her eyes looked bluer.

◇DHIREN POV◇ I'm sleeping peacefully after a long time, when sun rays touched my face, I opened my eyes with a frustration and looked at the angel infront of me, I thought it's fake when I heard about angels, but after meeting her I understood, angels are none other people with pure heart like her Her eye lids are getting pressed hard and trying so hard to turn her face because of sun rays, I moved aside from her and went to close the curtains,

I stood in the guest wing, dressed for war. Not in armor, but in a simple, expensive cream-colored dress that looked soft but felt strong. The diamond wall on my finger was blinding. I adjusted the fabric, looking at my reflection. I didn't look like a nanny anymore. I looked like a celebrity, a fiancée, a CEO. Angel came in, holding a small, silver purse. She was wearing a matching cream coat. She looked like a perfect, tiny princess.

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

It was an off-shoulder dress. The woman had short brown curly hair and she was very beautiful but it was clear she had done a lot of makeup. Everything about her was fake. Angela hated that. She didn’t see the woman as beautiful anymore. What scared her was the woman had wings but they were black and burning. Fire was burning them. She was untouched and unmoved by the burning of the fire. That was when she realized the fire wasn’t burning her; she was the fire. The lower part of her dress was also burning. Everything about her was evil. She was the one leading the army but who was she?

And she's already smiling. I need to keep Ella away from her. Seeing them together this morning wasn't just bad. It was dangerous. Ella looked happy. Like she had found a friend. Someone who didn't judge her. Someone who talked to her like a normal person. She has no idea who Angel really is. What Angel is capable of. --- Angel's introduction was made in English class. The teacher called her name. She stood up. Smiled at everyone. Said she was happy to be here. She looked sweet. Innocent. Harmless. No one in that room had any idea what she really was.

Angel bit her lip nervously as she walked out of her room. She told herself that she didn't need to think about how Xander would react to her appearance tonight. She didn't dress up for him. She did it for herself. "I'm ready. We can leave now.” Xander looked away from his phone screen as Angel's sweet voice floated around his ears. He gaped at Angel in her new look. Her new hair framed her face perfectly. The halter-neck dress she wore hugged her collarbone, highlighting her perky breasts. The best part of all was her matte red lip. It really fit her image as a bold woman.

She lowered her eyes demurely, a manufactured blush creeping up her cheeks. "Of course, Luna Cordelia," Angel lied smoothly, her voice a soft, trembling whisper. "My mother kept me under the strictest guard. I have saved myself entirely for the husband chosen by the treaty. No other man has ever touched me." Cordelia searched her face for a long, agonizing moment, looking for the slightest twitch, the tiniest scent of deceit. But Angel had been raised by a master manipulator; she knew how to suppress her spike in pheromones just enough to pass the test.

Tears trickled down my cheeks and I tried sniffing it back in. A knock resounded from the door. Did he come back? “Phoenix. It’s Angel.” I sighed, and wiped my tears before telling her to come in. Angel was one of the artist whose work was displayed. She was a very beautiful woman who survived her husband’s domestic abuse. Just like me, she was rescued by the company.

I turn to see a surprised Ted. "I think you're looking for her," Ted whispers and motions me to the other side of the gym. Angel stands there, now changed into spandex shorts and a crop tank top. She is focusing on her phone, and now I understand why Ted looks so surprised. Her tanned and sexy belly is showing, and I can see her two little abs. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail. Unwillingly, my mouth waters while I look at her. She is fucking sexy as hell.