Angel S Pawn Novels & Stories

- Angel says, getting up, but falls to the ground senseless. I looked down at his slumped body and smiled. I drank my whiskey in one gulp, got up, and took Angel in my arms, laying him on my bed. He sleeps soundly. The wolfsbane takes away his strength, and the soporific drug puts him to sleep for hours.

The words security asleep was etched into her skin and he swore, “Fuck!” He let her go, running across the apartment and delved into the bags which had been deposited while they’d been out. He turned back to her, a pair of pistols in his hands. “I hope you know how to follow instructions, because in a minute, we’re going to be inundated with fucking angels.” Noah swept past her, checking the locks on the doors, before he grabbed out his phone and dialed a number. “Thorne. We have a problem. The angels have a Manipulator nearby.”

I muttered, tugging at the hem of the impossibly short dress Mary had squeezed me into. The fabric shimmered under the streetlights, catching every neon reflection like an oil slick. Mary swatted my hand away. "You look hot, Em. Own it." We stood in line outside Club Enigma, the bass from inside thrumming through the sidewalk. The club's facade was sleek black marble, no windows, just a single steel door guarded by a mountain of a man holding a tablet. "I feel like I'm auditioning for a part in a bad spy movie," I grumbled, fidgeting with the ornate mask Mary had tied around my eyes. "What's with the masks, anyway?"

“It was only a mistaken transaction. And now, the transaction is over.” I held out the pen to him. His hand trembled, unwilling to take it. “Those… Stellar Dawn matters—was it you?” His eyes locked on mine, desperate for one last confirmation. I smiled faintly, neither admitting nor denying. “Mr. Caldwell, what matters is this: from now on, the Caldwells won’t have only one opponent named Stellar Dawn. Consider that your warning.” The words landed like a death knell, tacitly confirming everything. All color drained from his face. He staggered, unable to bear the weight of that truth. Finally, he understood what he had truly lost.

We were drowning in a sea of debt they didn't know I knew about. In my past life, I'd been a pawn in Jarrold and Cindy's twisted game, tangled in their mess until it got me killed. And for what? I hadn't gained a thing. Back then, I'd still believed in something as naive as pure love. How pathetically foolish. Now, I knew better. Now, my only true loyalty was to the cold, hard cash that could buy my freedom. Since I was stuck in their game, I might as well play to win.

"Holly, I'm a reaper. I take souls, I've killed many in my life. I'm sure I wasn't a good person in my human life either. You can take an entire harem if you want, I have no place to ever stop you. I'll just be grateful for what love you do want to give back to me." No way. Things couldn't go that smooth could they? "You really weren't such a good person," Death all but purred his pink eyes latched onto them. "And now it's time for me to make sure you remember every last single thing. When I'm through you'll both be long gone and I'll take my time devouring that one. I want her to be in such delicious and long-lasting pain for everything she's put me through." There was no way Holly was goin

"Nice ride! Mind if I hop in with you?" Garvin froze in his steps, "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" "My name is Luce and it is my pleasure to meet you Mr. Poseidon!" the evil angel one more time flash his dead red eyes and razor sharp teeth. Two narrow horns grew from his head, he flapped his long hairy tail with its red pointy tip. Garvin went petrified and glued to the spot. _________________________