Novel & Cerita Angel Smile

A man two rows over looked at us like we’d just parachuted in from another planet. Someone muttered loud enough for us to her. "Who are those people?” Thankfully the oversized sunglasses kept our identities mostly hidden. Angel stood center stage now, beaming, clutching her bouquet of flowers and waving enthusiastically—completely forgetting she still had her second piece to prepare for. “Angel!” her teacher called sharply but fondly. Angel snapped back to attention, scrambling into place, though her grin never faded. Every few seconds she glanced our way, double-checking we were still there, still cheering, still holding up her giant cardboard face like proud lunatics.

I wanted to say something, but the moment had passed, and the photo was taken. I forced another smile, pretending to be fine when I was not. As soon as they left, I called my assistant over. "Did you notice anything about them?" I asked him. "No, nothing at all. This is common. You should get used to fans like this," he said casually. "Daddy, look what I have!" Angel wrote on her tablet. One of the storekeepers held the items she had selected. "They're beautiful. I'm sure you'll like them," I said.

Angel said to me and I scoffed, “Why don't you come up with one, smart mate,” I mocked and she chuckled, “Of course, I will. I am so proud of myself for having such a hot god on earth as my mate. Have you seen his eyes when he looks at something that interests him? Or how he plays and talks with Will? Have you seen him when he is serious while he works? Have you heard his voice on the phone? Have your eyes scanned down to his dick. I can't wait to have a taste of those—”

He spoke naturally, his gaze subtly fixed on Candice. Candice hadn't said anything yet when Angela approached with a smile, all out to support Alex. She had just touched up her makeup, and her eyes sparkled when she smiled. "Ah, Mr. Elysian, I told you earlier that I'd take you back." Angela, a native of Solaris, spoke with a natural coyness. It wasn't feigned but rather pleasant to listen to. She looked at Candice and smiled, "Do you know Mr. Elysian?"

Immediately, the corners of Angel's mouth turned up in a smile. Happily, she giggled as Maël washed her face, erasing the makeup from her skin. Instantly, she looked younger and more innocent. Maël smiled as his Little girl emerged from the shell of the glamorously dressed physician. She was so beautiful. Unable to resist, Maël pressed a hard kiss to those pink, parted lips.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

The room was very still. Angel's expression had been doing something while I was talking, something I could see from the outside was significant without being able to fully read it from where I was, and the smile that was on her face now was different from the smile she had worn all evening, different from the pleasant, composed, professionally unhurried smile that had been her instrument through everything that had happened in this hall. This one was smaller and more private and reached places in her face that the other one hadn't reached.

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

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In that stark moment, she understood: the calm was a mere prelude, and the storm had finally unleashed its fury. Dynasty’s piercing gaze locked onto Angela, who perched on the edge of her sleek marble desk like a striking silhouette. Her eyes flickered momentarily to Angela’s wild, untamed coils of hair, which framed her face and harmonized with the bold animal print of her silk blouse. Angela’s full, usually playful lips were set in a firm line, reflecting the moment's weight.