Angel Next Door 소설 & 이야기

I did my usual thing, flirting effortlessly while tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Vanessa watched the conversation closely, probably wondering what I was saying that made the girl laugh so easily. Her jaw tightened with jealousy… like I cared. Then something caught my attention near the gate. Red hair. The delivery girl. She was standing near a trash can pretending to examine her shoelaces. I almost smiled. She looked up, and our eyes met again. She froze immediately, then dropped her gaze and started walking toward the building…right toward me. She wasn’t watching where she was going.

I feel like nowhere in the world is safe enough to protect me from him. I ring the bell next to the entrance gates. Skyla is often alone here, as her mother lives to travel and her father barely remembers he has a daughter. – Residence Parkers. How can I help you? – Azian, the butler, answers the intercom. - Hey. It's me, Angelic, I say. I notice that my voice is thick and tired. This day felt like an eternity. - Hello miss. Donelli. I will receive it. - It's not necessary. Just open the pedestrian door, please.

The door banged to her face. My phone pinged and I fished it out from my pocket. We’ve found Angela, but there is something you must know. Angela has a three years old daughter named Mckenzie. I think she moved on boss man. What are your orders? - Lucas

"I'm going out tonight, just so you know. I met the most amazing people, and they invited me for drinks." Alarm bells. I felt around Angela, fury back in full force at the touch of magic that she carried around. "Really," I said. "Who are they?" "Well," she winked, "mostly just one. His name is Andre. He's French." She giggled like she was a teenager and not a married woman talking about meeting a strange man at a hotel. Alison's face flushed bright red. "You think that's appropriate, Mother?" Angela rolled her eyes. "You're such a prude. It's perfectly innocent." She turned and retreated down the staircase. "Have a lovely evening, girls."

, He opened his mouth to say something but I instantly came close to him and covered his mouth with my hand. “Daniel I forgot to tell…Oh Moon goddess! At Least lock the door before jumping on one another.”, Aunt said and closed the door. Both me and Daniel were flustered. We felt like teenagers who got caught by our parents. I quickly maintained some distance between us. “Come downstairs soon, Angel, otherwise…” “I will come downstairs only at one condition. And my condition is..” . #TBC

Then the girl let out a long breath. "I won't disturb her. She must be asleep, right?" muttered Angelina to herself. But it seemed like she was still lucky because soon someone who lived behind the door called her. Angelina slid the green button to accept the incoming call. "Angelina, what are you doing right now? Where are you?" the caller asked as soon as the phone was connected, not giving Angelina a chance to say hello first. "I'm sitting in front of your apartment door," Angelina replied. Her voice was getting low, gnawed by tears.

I heard our instructor called me, but when I turned around, I was glued to stare at a woman who seemed to be a transferee and was still uncomfortable among us. I took a deep breath and couldn't take my gaze away from her. She appeared to be an angel, innocent and gorgeous. Aside from that, she resembles me of someone I recognize. Mom said that she'd get on school this morning, so I guess she's my new neighbor, and I'll never forget the heavenly beauty I saw last night. "Yeah," I said as I returned my gaze to the instructor. "It's best early so I don't skip the teachings," I said as I returned my gaze to the woman and then to the instructor.

He started to tell them that she was just his neighbor when Mel stepped forward. “I’m Melissa Dawson but my friends call me Mel,” she replied with a smile but the reply was directed towards his mother. Once more Trent started to tell them that she was just his neighbor when she spoke first. “I’m Trent’s girlfriend,” she announced with an easy and confident nature that surprised him but the biggest surprise was she said that.

"Go to your room, Angela!" "But, mom I was just-" "No arguments!" And she locked the door from outside. So now I'm stuck here. Here, locked in my room. ***** Bloom M.

Angel In the dimly lit room, frustration tightened its grip on me as I paced back and forth. Selena's rejection stung, and the revelation of her connection with Daniel, a shadowy figure, intensified my resolve to keep a vigilant eye on her. I decided to reach out to Nadya, a woman with a reputation for being discreet and effective. Nadya entered the room, her presence exuding a quiet confidence. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Angel?"