Angel Next Door Novels & Stories

That was most definitely true. “So, you’re the angel who volunteered to help our dearest grandmother?” Anelia swallowed her food, before looking at Dave. Angel? She was definitely no angel and she did not exactly volunteer to work for Mrs Hally. Her eyes skittered over to Dexter, who sat back watching in silence, for a second before settling back on Dave. “Uh, I wouldn’t really call myself an angel but yeah I’ve been helping her out which I guess I won’t be doing anymore, considering she has now moved to her home.”

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

Angela raised her head to look at Adam. "You go home first," said Angela. "Okay. Then I'll go first." The room was empty because the other employees had gone home. Angela was getting ready to go home when her cell phone rang. Angela picked up her cell phone. Handsome Devil [Little cat, for tonight, I can't walk you home. I still have meetings with the new CEO and my assistants. But Jose, my driver is waiting for you downstairs. He will take you home. Remember! don't go home by bus or taxi.]

"You guys finally talked things out?" "Yeah" Angela answered with a sigh and wrap an arm round Selena's neck "we are okay now, I guess" I sighed in relief. I knew Angel won't be mad for long anyway. "Now that you two are okay" Adrian spoke up "can we start the introduction all over again? Angela barged into my house in the early hours of the morning yelling and cursing and I had to hide poor Nathaniel from all the commotion. To be honest that wasn't a good first impression, I almost regretted asking Lena to call you over"

“If he’s using her name—” “She’s not just a pawn,” I said. “She’s a message.” I picked up my phone and called Angela. No answer. I tried again. Nothing. Leon was already moving, grabbing the emergency go-bag from our hall closet. “We’re going now.” Angela lived just outside of town, in a converted farmhouse surrounded by poplar trees and wire fencing. We arrived just as the sun began to set, painting the sky in fire and peach. Her front door was ajar.

Friday night Jenna receives a message with a golden ribbon to her app from aka Angel of Desire from BLIND DATE Dear Angel of Desire Your appointment has been assigned for tomorrow Saturday 6 pm at the address mentioned above, attached you will find a map to move through the corridors and get to the designated room as your anonymity must be of maximum security, you will enter through the red door and enter another room where you will dress with the mask, the red dress, red high heels, red panties and red bra, you must remember not to take off the mask, you must not speak any word

Steve nods at me as if to say hi but just keeps walking, still talking with my friends, passing me, like I don’t matter at all. … I’m sitting on my porch swing when I hear a car pull in the driveway next door. I keep my back to the house, hoping if I do, they’ll just disappear. “Hola, Emily!” Brenda calls from next door. It’s not her fault her son is a jerk, so I figure I don’t have an excuse not to reply to her.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

The night should be over too. Instead, I find myself walking toward the window overlooking the yard. And there she is. Across the lawn. Standing under the porch light next door. Bree is talking with her about something. Maya laughs. Even from here, I recognize it. Then, like she can somehow feel me watching, her head turns. For half a second, our eyes meet across the darkness. Neither of us moves. Then she shakes her head. Almost like she’s annoyed with herself. And disappears inside.

"Eat well, son. I’ll just see who’s at the door." I opened the door and saw a beautiful brunette woman in a simple dress, holding a paper bag. "Hi! I’m Angel. Welcome to the neighborhood! I just wanted to meet you. I’m your next-door neighbor, and as soon as I heard I’d have a new neighbor, I prepared this food!" She said all of this in one breath, smiling. I could see she was genuine. I sniffed the air and detected no poison or weapon. "Thank you," I said. "Do you mind having coffee or tea inside? I apologize for the mess; we haven’t had time to organize everything."