Angel Reese Scar Novels & Stories

And Rafael was no fool, he saw the moment’s pause as Angel took in his son, she was going to have a hard fight with this one. “Don, would you like to take the reins on this one?” She pushed the hair back behind her ear and both men caught sight of the scar, which to Damian, only enhanced her beauty. Oh, it was an ugly scar, no doubt, but it made her eyes burn even brighter.

When she mentioned her name to the receptionist, they instructed Mariko to go directly to his office. As Mariko knocked on the door first before he went inside the CEO's room, she noticed the man standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the view of a skyscraper. He has this salt and pepper-colored hair. His hands were inside his pockets. Ethan notices her presence and turned around to face her. He frowned upon seeing a woman standing at the front door, wearing a black shirt and army pants, with her hair tied in a loose braid. "Mr. Reed, I am agent Angel, from the Moon Castle Agency. I am the person in-charge to protect your son, Marcus Reed." Ethan smiled. He walked toward his swivel

Her and Christopher then left the room leaving just Reese and I alone in the room. Reese held my hand and with his other hand he moved a piece of my hair out off my face and tucked it behind my ear before he said, “I am so grateful that you came back to me.” “Reese I will always come back to you. The Moon Goddess came to me.” I told him and he looked at me with shock in his eyes. “You spoke to the Moon Goddess?” Reese asks me with surprise. “Yes, and she says our son will be special and you will never guess who’s his mate will be.” I tell Reese and he quickly asks, “Who?”

“You ok?” “I’m fine, you ready for this?” “I am.” replied Camron, “We need to be careful, we didn’t quite make it to Reiver Territory.” “I know, you did your best son. Let’s see what the Goddess has planned for us, if we live through I will be very much surprised.” “I know, I knew that when I took this mission. It’s been a honour.” said Camron as he held out his hand. The men shook hands and he then crouched into attack position by the boot of the unturned car to protect the relics for as long as he could.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

He is about to rescue me but end up on top of me. Our faces are too close to each other that it’s like only an inch before we end up with a kiss. His breath becomes heavy staring at me. As I blink my eyes, everything turned back to normal. His green eyes are taking me somewhere far. They are so beautiful that I wanna stare at them forever. I suddenly remembered the same scene making me furrow my eyebrows. He stood up and help me stand too. “I bet you will remember Carina soon,” he said when we are back on our feet. Angelo looked really the same as if nothing happened. He isn’t affected at all while I’m too nervous and is replaying the scene in my head.

Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human. Carla strode in front of me and leaned provocatively, puckering her lips temptingly before my face. I snapped out of my thoughts at once, immediately turning to her attention. Her vampirism had made her superior seductive, and she possessed sharp senses. It was no wonder that she immediately knew something was distracting me. Now that she had my attention, she spoke her point. Carla wasn’t the Carla she used to be; she was now, like Arabelle, a reborn creature. She also possessed an aura of confidence that wasn’t existent before.

Now all that is left of Marion is his body, wingless and without his furry feathers anymore, brown and charred with burnt skin on some parts, soak in broth and vegetables around him. “M..marion..” she whisper. She couldn’t hear the sound of Ariadne calling out to her. She was crying too and tried to wake her from her shock but Eve vision went red. She felt her Gift rising from her skin, her life-force pools in her palm as she jumps on the screaming Agnes who just had a wide smile before. Screaming can be heard in the dining room. She felt hands tried to pull her off but her gift made her strong and everyone who tries to touch her cringed in pain when I contact with her icy cold body.

I said, reaching out to scroll down. "Don't do that to yourself, Scar. The internet is a swamp." "I need to see if they’re talking about me," I insisted. I scrolled past the header. The comments were a wildfire. 'Wait, isn't this the guy whose daughter is that "Angel" model?' 'I always knew the Reeds were shady.' 'Look at the date—this was right before that boy Roman disappeared.' My stomach did a slow, nauseous flip. "They’re connecting the dots," I whispered. "They’re talking about the timing. They remember you, Roman."

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"