Angel Innocent Novels & Stories

She gestured towards them, the question directed at the guy behind her. "The hell! Ain't no exterminating happening here girlie." Kaitlyn roared at her. The girl looked taken aback and glared daggers at Kaitlyn. "Hello everyone." Angel appeared from the back, a tray of cookies balanced on one hand and a tray of fruit juice in the other. "Angie!" The girl yelled and ran to him, throwing herself on him. Angel yelped and fell backwards, thereby making the plastic cups of juice and cookies meet the floor.

How about reconsidering the reward? Inga, however, shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. ‘No chance.’ Gunter pressed on, ‘Not at all?’ Inga’s response left no room for negotiation. ‘If she isn’t the woman a man would give his life for, then she’s no different from the villagers I’ve dealt with. In other words, worthless.’ A grim realisation washed over Angelia. She had saved Jamison and Callie, but in the end, she had become a disposable pawn.

“Mommy, please don’t hurt her anymore… Forgive Yaya, she won’t do it again…” Minah swallowed hard. Her expression softened even though her hands were still clenching. Good thing that she was drenched with water from head to toe. Because if not, they will notice the tears cascading down her cheeks. Angel's existence was a big slap for her character. This little girl was cursed with the gift of forgiveness even in the most frightening and life-threatening circumstances. Will Angel forgive her once she found out that she was the reason why her mother was taken away from her at such a young age?

I scratched my nails against the stubble along my jaw even though I would rather punch someone, preferably whomever would betray her. Angel was a pure soul. She already truly embodied everything that a Luna should be. She cared deeply about everyone, wanting them to feel like they belonged, and doing everything that she could to ensure that they had someone to lean onto. Grant and I locked eyes. We nodded and squared our shoulders. Nobody would touch her. We would destroy them first.

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

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.

exclaimed Edmud confidently. "Then why do you dare to tell me? You're not scared?" Edmud smiled miserably, turning to me, and slowly shook his head. "You've probably heard his name before! Angel Aiden, he is the Angel in charge of giving grace to the bellies of the women of her choice who are above to give birth to cute babies! Once Upon A Time, Angel Aiden met a girl while he was on duty. An innocent girl who can see and also hear him. At first there is nothing strange about the interaction of the two, until he begins to take an interest in the girl's life, and falls in love with her."

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

and puffing up my cheeks in anger. Why am I here and what does he want from me anyway? "Aww she's so cute and short too," the guy beside him said walking close to me and gently pulled my cheeks. I angrily slapped his hand away from my face. I am not a child to be played with like that. "Bro can we keep her?" He asked turning to Theodore with bright puppy dog eyes. 'Who thought the devil would have a brother,' I thought, 'and a childish one at that.' I am not an object for him to be speaking about me like that.

Sincerly, Angel Franco