Angel Jay Novels & Stories

"Come on, not gon' hurt her. You guys go way back and your face been glowing differently these days, you must really mean so much to each other," I smiled, melted that he cared about that. "Angela Wilson." i mutter. He nods. "Nice. Isn't she the trending heiress? Babe, maybe try to take a step back from her now? The public doesn't seem to be in her favour." "What the fvck are you saying, Jay?" I turn to him, surprised with the sudden switch in attitude. He rake his fingers in his black shiny hair before puffing out. Jay is a gorgeous man, no doubts: His sharp jawline runs down to his big hairy chest, and his face was in perfect contrast of his muscular body - it was baby-like, which gives hi

I need to go," she added, starting to back towards the door. "Wait, Elliana," he replied. "My name is Jayden, let's just talk for a minute. I'm really sorry. Please, I don't want you to feel like this is all your fault." But Elliana was already out the door, and she didn't look back.

“N-no, Angel. That’s the only surviving job a—” “I’m ready to help you out, Jade. Just listen to me and quit this job.” “B-but, Angel—” “Please, Jade. I can’t leave the club knowing that some days you’ll have to struggle with molesters.” She sighed sadly, and after a long pause, reluctantly agreed. “O..o..okay.” She mumbled. I smiled in victory, feeling a glimmer of hope for her future. “But, Angel, how will I get another—”

he said again before saying the name of our new angel. “Her name would be ANNIKA XYLE RIVERA XIN CASTRO our new angel” End

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

To her surprise, Jairus smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and acceptance. "Agnes, thank you for sharing this with me that you are truly an angel. Of course, what else?" Jairus said, his voice steady. "I won't pretend to fully understand what being a pretty and sexy angel entails, but I want you to know that my feelings for you remain unchanged. You are the same person I fell in love with, regardless of your origins or nature."

The next morning after a night full of sex, Angel walked very carefully. She was dreading the trip to the grocery store but had no choice. As she was getting ready to leave Maverick Jr. stopped her. "Jaycee isn't here so take Cindy with you. And I've got 2 prospects going as well as Joker." Mav ordered. "I'm not taking that woman anywhere!" Angel hissed. "She wants to earn her keep, so she's going to help you at the store." Maverick Jr. replied.

Although the crow was perched on his left shoulder, I just chose to focus my attention on this man, especially on his slight chuckle at what I said. "But you are not a servant of this household. You are my official ghostwriter. Therefore, you, Miss Naenia Lovercraft, are my personal property. So call me your Lord." "Eww," I responded without hesitation. I did not even bother to hide how I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out. But instead of being mad, he just chuckled and shook his head. "As expected. Haha! But don't worry, you can also just call me Zayde. It's my first name." He then smiled warmly and extended his arm for a handshake.

’ Angel wasn't taking any chances. He didn't care if he looked ridiculous in his current position. Trembling in a dirty dress shirt. No pants. Only briefs. Barefoot and holding a gun. A gun he didn't even know how to shoot. But he knows he won't miss. He had precision. He was a damned student doctor for fuck’s sake! His hands were stable. Trained not to shake—even with great pressure. Angel was done being a damsel in distress. He gritted his teeth. “I don’t believe that you’ll shoot me, my Ange—” A shot rang. **

I’m still pissed at him, and little does he know I’m a champion grudge holder. Kyla and I pair up together, which is a good distraction from the feeling of Jax’s eyes on me all through practice. Poor girl is still hurting over what Tony did, but if the way she spars with me is any indication, she seems to already be moving from the depression phase to anger. I’m glad, because I’m so ready to join her in cursing the men of the world right now.