Angel Stories Book Novels & Stories

“Perhaps I should be told this rule first. I wasn't aware that reading books was against the rules. He tilts his head to the side as I speak, and I don't breathe when he approaches. His nose lightly touches the side of my face, and I hear him take a deep breath of my scent. Everything about his proximity to me makes my legs feel weak until he pulls away, and I take a deep breath. - You are right. There are no rules for reading…just against this book,” he says more gently. Henderson walks over to the shelf and slides the book back into a slot that has a slot for it. “Some books hold more secrets, and trust me, that's not a secret you want. You need to forget everything you read here. — What a

I whisper, shocked. "You are nature. Your magic is constructive. There is a book somewhere in my study, where they forecasted your arrival for the greater good of all the creatures. There is a picture of you with your soulmate who has black wings and of a warrior Angel behind you both" he tells it like, he didn't expect it to happen, but it did anyway. This is too big and beyond us. The lord above has something very big planning from above there. "What do you mean by a book on us. A warrior Angel was with us? Great uncle, warrior Angels were sent for only special purpose. They will not stay on earth with us. They are bound to heaven and the lord. It is simply not possible" I argue with him.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

Gale lowered his gaze. The next day, Gale and Angel vanished from Tourmaline Estate. Angel simply left behind a letter. There were a few sentences on the letter. [Daddy, Mommy, I’ve gone somewhere far away together with Gale. Please don’t miss me too much. I’ll return ten years later.] Sir Ares was enraged. He questioned, “Why did I even raise my daughters? They’re all leaving with other men just like that now that they’re grown up.” Angeline replied to him, “You’re right. It’s useless to raise daughters. I used to be Rose Loyle. Why didn’t I return to the Severe family to reunite with my parents instead of coming to you and marrying you as soon as I returned to the world?”

Hi everybody! If you are reading this then either you stumbled upon this story or you decided to give this story a chance. And if you did either of them, then WELCOME! I hope you like this story! <3 SUMMARY: Angela Woodson; perky, buoyant and an innocent seventeen year old, who lives to make others smile. She's the kind of girl who can only love. She overlooks the bad in a person and always sees the good in him. She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer.

Angel nodded slowly and looked at her watch and said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get home to my brothers.” When she’d left the room, Steven looked at Ellen and asked “Brothers?” she replied evenly “Angel is raising her two nearly sixteen yr. old brothers. Says a lot about her character that at nineteen she’s more worried about getting home to her family than doing what most nineteen yr. old would.”

He chuckled at the expression on her face and silenced her with his lips again as she tried to speak but she wouldn't even have spoken if she had wanted to because he took her mind off every thoughts except the feel of him, his body and his heart. She and their children were his everything. She was his world. She was His Angel. The End ❤❤❤❤ We've finally come to the end of this story and I'm so so happy. Thank you so much!🙏🏻❤ Do check out my other story, "Married But Single." Leggo! 🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ l love y’all ❤️❤️❤️

The cover of the book was made of the same material as it's pages. and if we give it a close look we can see the sketch is about a fallen angel, our ancestors. The angel's wings are detached from her back, same as the fallen angels who were punished by chopping off their wings. I randomly opened a page, the language wasn't english, it had some weird hand written notes. I don't remember knowing any such language. Its alphabets were more like a design than any normal letter. But surprisingly I could read them! Like how tf?! I know, I don't know these letters but somehow I could understand them. Weird affff.

My beautiful Angel. My eyes moved to her stomach again. Her round, rigid protruding stomach. This time I let out an enraged roar that echoed through the stone walls. End of Book 1…to be continued.

Angel concluded, arching her eyebrows at mom’s frowned face. “Is that what you think? That your silly husband is better than all the other kids? Then let me tell you something little girl: I've been with this family for as long as time can tell, you’ve only been a part of it for a few months. And if you want to know…” “I don't want to know, nor do I even need to know in the first place. Let's go husband!” Angel interrupted. She wrapped her hand around Ace’s arm and dragged him to the doorway, ignoring Lulu's lingering expression.