Angel Name Novels & Stories

she asked. "Do you remember when we met when you were five years old, Miss? You asked me what I was running away from," she began, lowering her eyes. "And I'll tell you: my real life". Thetia frowned. "What does that mean?" she asked. Angela hesitated for a moment before answering. "My real name is not Angela Green. I am better known to my friends and family as Angela Franklin or Angela Di Angelli. I am both the daughter of the Queen and King of Abari and the wife of Paolo Di Angelli, the eldest son of Fabiana Di Angelli," she finally said. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart, she felt lighter.

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

, Anjali moved her legs in the the air. Alex chuckled and said, " I can see angel ." " My Mommy gave me my name ! ", Anjali pouand ted sstareded Alex with an angry look. " But Still I will call you angel . ", Alex pinched her red-tinted cheek. " Ouch !! but why ? ", Anjali asked with an annoyed look. " Because you are my sweet, little and beautiful angel .", Alex kissed her forehead. He didn't know why his heart wanted to pamper her. Her innocence and beauty make him a little mix of both protective and possessiveness.

What is even her name And do you know where she's from that you suddenly accepted her What is even her mission over here Milly asked him ! My big sister, how do you expect me to do all this? Look at the type of questions you are asking me He chucked at her Okay, I will answer your questions right away, well I don't know much about her, but I will tell you the things you needed to know from her. She's Angela by name and she's from a little community known as The Place Of Score, and Angela is a great seer and she's the daughter of a great Octopus too She was sent by the gods so that we will join forces and she told me what lord Darius is up to

"What's your name?" Angel struggled to sit up, leaning slightly against the bed, gazing at me with tenderness. "Mike... my name is Angel. My nickname is Candy." "Angel?" I frowned. A name I didn't recognize. "Yes," she nodded. "Because I liked sweets, my nickname became Candy. Mike, back then when we were kidnapped by the rogues, locked in that tiny dark room... you haven't forgotten, right?" I recalled the kidnapping, the small dark room—it all matched.

I shouldn't make a big deal but not often people call me beautiful. "Where?" Ace questioned and pretended to look around for some girl. I rolled my eyes and decided to ignore that ridiculous joke of his. I stood up and put my hand in front of Jerry. "Hello, I'm Angel" I said and smiled while he shook my hand. His smile disappeared and confusion was written on his face. "What's your surname, cupcake?" he asked and I smiled at the little nickname that he gave me. "Harper, Angel Harper" I said and sat back. Jerry frowned and suddenly his eyes widened as if he remembered of something.

I just said trying not to look at his green eyes that much. “Whenever you want to escape, find this place. I’ll be here.” His words confused me. “I’m already here, I don’t want to go back.” He smiled at me making my heart melt and my body froze. His hand slowly wiped some stands of my hair from my face hiding them behind my ears. “Just remember what I said,” he spoke with a very low and deep voice. “Please tell me your name.” I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

“Do you want to take her spot?” “No, thanks. I’m good,” I said with a cocky smirk, even though I could feel beads of sweat coming out of my every pore. “Come here, Angel,” he commanded. I squared my shoulders, holding my ground. “No. And my name is Summer. I’d appreciate it if you used my real name instead.” “When I say come here, you do as you are told.” “I said no.” The atmosphere turned tense, and I knew I had screwed up by the way Nicholas’s beautiful face turned deadly. He held the girl’s hips in a vice grip, and she flinched under his hold.

I conclude. “Kate, why do you think we owe her anything?” he asks. “Well, if she were your daughter, she missed out on the life I grew up with. We owe her something for that. If she were your daughter today, she could have been named Alpha instead of me. She’s slightly older than me,” I say. “Kate, you can’t be serious – she’s an Omega, she wouldn’t have been an Alpha regardless if she grew up here or not,” he states.