Angel Next Door Novels & Stories

*** The Second Day The temperature was too low the following morning. Angela exited her room, putting on her heavy sweatshirt. She shivered even more after taking a bath earlier. She walked into the living room, which was empty, but the coffee maker in the open kitchen was spreading the stomach-craving aroma of strong coffee. The phone rang, as she was about to grab a cup. Mrs. Gale came in and said, "Please answer the phone, Angela. It could be Leonardo's doctor calling. "

I said, already heading toward the door. When I opened it, a girl stood there—pretty in a way that felt effortless. Long hair, soft smile, confidence in her posture. Her eyes flicked past me instantly and landed on Elijah. “Oh!” she said brightly. “You must be—” “Elijah!” she said over my shoulder, stepping forward like she belonged there. “I didn’t know you’d be here.” My chest tightened. Just a little. Elijah smiled, confused but polite. “Hey… uh—Lena, right?”

Xander banged on Angel's apartment door once again louder while screaming loudly, calling Angel's name. “Open the door, Angel. I know you're angry because I broke my promise to pick you up at eight. Angel!” It wasn't Angel who opened the door, but Angel's neighbors who were disturbed by the noise Xander was making. “She's not at home. Angel left about an hour ago.” "Are you sure?" The middle-aged woman growled in annoyance. “I met her when I was taking out the trash. She said she was going to stay in Blue Ridge for four days.”

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Angeline replied resolutely, "Grand Asia is at risk. Nothing is more important than to defend it." Therefore, the doctor prescribed Angeline with some anti-anxiety drugs. Angeline took the medicine and returned to Garden Of A Diary with Zayne by her side. It was already one o'clock in the morning. When Zayne opened the door of the villa, she could see a faint glow in between her blurry vision. Her intuition told her that the light in the living room was switched on and there was someone in there. "Baby Zetty!" As she could not see, she could only call out with uncertainty.

"Oh hello there, I heard some banging are you alright?" "Well I came home after a deployment and found out that my girlfriend was cheating on me. I should of known better." Hannah weakly smiled. "Well soldier, my name is Grace and you sitting there is most definitely not a proper homecoming. Would you like to come inside?" Grace offered. "Actually that sounds nice, Would it be alright if I brought my bags with me?" Hannah asked. Grace nodded and stepped aside while Hannah brought her bags with her into Grace's apartment. "You can set your bags by the front door, While you do that could I offer you a glass of wine?" Grace smiled.

"...don't drag my parents into this. I'll accept my mistakes." "That's more like a good Gamma." Angela smiled faintly and placed her phone on the table. Nick extended the glass toward Jordan, who accepted it reluctantly. Meanwhile, Angela’s attention drifted toward the closed door. She strained to hear any sign of movement outside. But Nothing. No footsteps. No voices. Her fingers curled discreetly. Click. The lock released. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she masked her reaction. "You see, I didn't come all the way here to drink wine with you. Tell me the truth, Jordan, and get this over with."

The next door, she placed her order via the app, and when she came to pick it up, she was in work clothes, sharp, suited for the office, her hair curled and framing her face, she never looked up once, her fingers typed aggressively on her phone screen. Just like that, we were back to server and customer, like I always knew we were, like the last few days were a figment of my imagination. Later that evening, she stands by her window, facing mine, even if she couldn’t see me, my breath hitched as I watched her undress, the pieces of material peeling away from her body, and falling to the ground in a heap. I hiss from how hard I was, inside my pants I am throbbing, aching. The last few days non

But I shook my head, a slight smirk playing on my lips as I took in the sight of the innocent angel who dared to venture into my forbidden domain. I took a step closer, now just inches away from her. “This room is off-limits to workers and non-members, especially angels like you.” As Summer tried to back away, I moved closer, trapping her between myself and the stairwell. Her chest rose and fell. I could smell her berry scent. The tension between us crackled in the air, charged with a dangerous energy.

I ask, my sister smirks at me “Angel is not downstairs, she is working at the hospital this morning so she can be at the party tonight” I look at her “I didn’t ask about Angel” I try to say but she just rolls her eyes at me. Angel is Uncle Atlas and Aunt Kalsea’s daughter, also my best friend and Beta’s twin sister. Even as a kid she was the only one I could be around all day without getting pissed off at. She is beautiful, her red curly hair is down her back.