Angel's Dad Novels & Stories

Angelina's mom Dreama, never married her dad. He was part of Dragons MC. A one per-center club that deals in drugs and other illegal acts. When Angel was three, her dad Tommy aka Scorpion went to jail. Fearing his club, her mom moved away to go live with her sister. Data and Angel's moms were sisters. When Angel was ten, her mom married a guy named Walter. Walter was a computer programmer and learned quickly that Angel was highly intelligent and a natural, so he taught her everything he knew. When he came into their lives, Angel's love for computers began.

Then she followed CJ to his room. "Are they?" Angel asked. "Fuck buddies? Yeah." Rider laughed. Angel rolled her eyes. "Not judging. They just seem really opposite." "Yep." Was all he said. "Something's been bothering me. How did my dad know I was here?" Angel asked. "I was wondering the same thing." Rider growled. "I'll bring it up in church." It had been a month since the ordeal with her father and nothing else had happened. Angel assumed he decided against trying to make her bend to his will.

They were beautiful and moved in sync with each other like they were dancing. My dad is distracted by me for half a second and Greg has him pinned in the next instant. “What’s got you distracted old man. Oh...” Greg says and then grows quiet when he sees me. My feet alight gently on the ground and I stride over to my father and help him up. “Wow, Dad! I never knew you could fight like that,” I exclaim. “Well, he is the Warrior Angel. I mean, it kind of goes hand in hand,” Greg says talking animatedly with his hands. I turn to dad with my mouth wide open. “It is true? Are you THE Archangelus Michael,” I say. My eyes grow even wider when realization hits me. “That means you are thousands of ye

Maybe I should ask him why, although I doubt he’ll tell me anything at the moment. “You remember my Beta, Angel Taylor?” Connor addressed Dad, Raul, and me. Angel came forward, and if I wasn’t looking right at my Dad at the moment, I would’ve missed the flicker of anger in his eyes when he looked at him. “Taylor,” Dad greeted coldly. Well, this just got f*cking interesting.

“But—” “If you’re in trouble, Cal,” his dad stated. His eyes lasered onto his son, and Calvin rubbed his hands over his knees. “Your mum deserves to know. I can promise to calm her down when I let her know. She won’t bombard you, that much I can promise.” Calvin sighed. “It’s not me. It’s Angel.” “What about her?” Calvin spent the next few minutes telling his father about Daniel and the last two encounter she already had with him. Dad nodded to show he was listening, never once interrupting him as he poured out his heart.

After placing Angel and my bag on the seats, I excuse myself to go see whether Julie is done with breakfast. “Mommy?” Angel speaks before I can take a third step. I walk back. “Yes, baby?” I respond. “Daddy didn’t pick me up yesterday, and he hasn’t picked up your call just now. Are you sure he is coming?” She implores. She is not in her mood today because her dad failed her yesterday. “I know, but I did explain why Daddy couldn’t pick you up yesterday, baby. Something urgent came up that he needed to attend to. He didn’t fail because he wanted to, baby.” I explain.

So dad committed a lot? "Your real dad is a member of an organization that is not owned by the government. Others call them secret agents, but to those people behind justice, they are the angels. Sir Felix, sir John, sir Allen, sir Ferdinand and their friend Roel, investigated the death of your parents and they found out that…." I get it. I get what she wanted to say. But I hope it’s not true. "Yes sister, my father killed his brother. My father killed your parents and I am so sorry."

I was jealous of Angel for this. “Dad!” Angel exclaimed with joy as she wrapped her arms around him. She short compared to his great height. His heavy built body too made all the difference. “Angel, Carmen… what are you girls doing here? Don’t you know its dangerous?” he rebuked the both of us. I did not feel bad since I knew it was just out of concern, but I could see Angel feeling hurt. Hearing her dad shout, made her feel upset and it was all my fault.

Shane asked looking at the drawing. "Yes, my family. My mom and dad." Angel said with a smile. "Why is your dad standing at a distance?" Shane fought within before asking. His question only upset Angel. Only then Shane felt guilty. He shouldn’t have asked the question. He thought. "Because he remains far away from us." Angel said looking down at the picture. "Your father doesn’t live with you?" Shane couldn’t stop himself from asking being confused. "No and that’s why I am different from others." Angel replied sadly. Her mom said her father would come to meet her as soon as possible. But it had been a week already and he still didn’t come.

He didn’t find it. “Before I say anything,” he said carefully, “you need to understand that what’s between Eli and me doesn’t take away what he feels for you.” Her stomach tightened, a cold, hollow thing opening up inside her chest. “So there is something.” He didn’t deny it. “Dad,” she whispered, the word cracking on its way out, “how could you?” Damian leaned forward, elbows on the table. “It didn’t start the way you think. It wasn’t planned. It was… gravity. Dangerous. Yes. But controlled.”