Novel & Cerita Angel Jay

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.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

I scoffed, "Who am I to be mad at you for such a silly reason? We just met a few days ago, we're not even friends." "Don't say that, Angel," he said, softly, lifting my face with the tip of his index finger and his thumb. "Yes, you're not a friend to me, you are so much more. Eversince, the day you came into my life, you changed it, Cherry. What was a dark, gloomy day, you turned it into a bright sunny one. You are the echo to my silence. You are happiness to my sadness. You are the light to my darkness, Angel. And I'd be damned to see a tear in these God damn beautiful eyes because of me," he softly wiped the small trace of tear at the corner of my left eye with the tip of his thumb. "I'm s

We were quiet for a while, and when Dylan entered the room, he lifted an eyebrow at us. “What’s with the long faces?” he asked, sitting beside me. “What would I do if you weren’t here?” I asked him, moving my head to his shoulder. “Same with what you’re doing now, Anj,” he answered, holding my hand. “We’re practically not doing anything here.” I shook my head. “You’ve done a lot for me, Dylan. Without you and Anya, I didn’t know where to begin.” He tilted his head and tapped the tip of my nose. “We’ve known you as a strong woman, Angela. You have always been that kind of person, knowing what to do when Anya and I go crazy. That’s why we always call you our angel.”

Sincerly, Angel Franco

Byron said slowly, he was the elf ruler of the high elves, he was the pride and joy of his people, it saddened him that he couldn't protect his people or his wife. "Ruler of the high elves..." Madeline said slowly as she looked at her father softly, her father was a king, how did he get reduced to a tailor. "Was mother a elf too.." Madeline asked she was confused about a lot of things, things she needed time to know. "No..your mother was an angel..." Byron felt a lump in his heart, he could do anything to be with his Reyna. Angel!! Elf!!! Then what was she, and elf angel or elgel.

He couldn't be certain if Angela's intentions were genuine, but the mere mention of getting Ava back had sparked a flame within him. The soft glow of his phone illuminated the darkness, and Jayden found himself staring at it, contemplating the risks involved. Trusting Angela, especially when it meant going against his own father, was a perilous path. His father's attachment to Jayden's ex-girlfriend added another layer of complexity, making the situation even more delicate.