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the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

Angel The garden, bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun, became the backdrop for a revelation that would reshape my world. Selena's eyes held a mixture of anticipation and tenderness as she began, "Angel, there's something important I need to share with you." In that moment, a thousand possibilities raced through my mind, each one vying for attention. "What is it, Selena?" I asked, my voice a blend of curiosity and apprehension. With a deep breath, she began to unravel a secret that had remained hidden from me—a secret named Heaven. As the words spilled from her lips, I felt a whirlwind of emotions. Shock, joy, and a profound sense of wonder gripped my heart.

he said again before saying the name of our new angel. “Her name would be ANNIKA XYLE RIVERA XIN CASTRO our new angel” End

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. "Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it. Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this. "Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears st

I tangled my fingers in his hair and he groaned sticking out his tongue inside me. "Fuck," I moaned. He put a finger inside me and fingered me. I could feel I was close to releasing my juices all over him. "Please..." I didn't even know what I was begging for at this point. He added a second finger and I gasped. "Faster Theo," I moaned. I felt myself clench around his fingers. "Theodore..." I moaned. "Yes tesoro," he said, "Cum for me." (Tesoro: treasure)

“Until I found my Angel.” Even saying his name changed something inside me. “His name is Azrael.” A tear slid down my cheek, but this one came with a smile. “I’m in love with him, Mama.” The words felt so beautiful. “So ridiculously in love.” I laughed softly. “He makes me feel...safe. Not because he’s powerful. Although God knows that man is terrifying when he wants to be.” I wiped my cheek. “But because I can breathe around him. I can laugh. I can be angry. I can be ridiculous. I can just...be Mina.”

Angel Writes stares at me with a raised eyebrow and a lollipop between her lips. Surprisingly, my head doesn’t feel heavy again, there is no pool of blood beside me, just green grasses and beautiful butterflies flying around in the air. “What is this place?” Her knowing eyes watches me carefully. “This where I bring the souls that are destined to go to hell, then I actually take them to hell.” My eyes widen as I hear this. “What?” The sudden sound of her giggles reaches my ears before she actually holds her stomach to laugh. “I’m joking. I’m joking.”

Joy flooded my expression. It was Rachel.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.