Angel Ward Novels & Stories

•• I’m on my third glass of scotch, my eyes shifting to the main stage to watch m- Angel dance. She was wearing her signature blonde wig and a golden goddess themed lingerie set with matching mask and thigh high boots. She absolutely looked like a goddess, as if she was Aphrodite in the flesh. And she dances as if she was seducing men like me, daring them to touch her. My sweatpants tighten at the sight of her but I shook my head and removed my unholy thoughts. “I’m just here for the drinks…” I chant in my head repeatedly as I downed my last drink. I stood up and placed three hundred dollars on the counter as payment and tip for the bartender.

He always moved in the shadows “Talk to me Angel… you sent your little brother to attend the most important ceremony” the woman was angry she was being ignored by her grandson. The previous day, her grandson, and the ruler of the entire Werewolf world, didn't attend the most crucial ceremony of the year. Instead, he sent his little brother to disguise himself as the alpha king “We are getting her tonight… Your betrothal…the female who will…” “She'll die by my hands, and I'll make sure there's nothing left of her” a growl came from the window side, the woman was cut off by the stern deep voice. So scary that she took a step back, placing her hand over her chest

Chapter Six The car ride was heavy with silence as Agnes drove Anderson back to his house. The city lights blurred past them, casting fleeting shadows that danced across Anderson’s tense face. He stared out the window, his mind replaying the devastating scene at the church: Wanda, in that beautiful gown, exchanging vows and kisses with another man. Each image was like a fresh wound, stinging and unrelenting.

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

A little introduction would help. I'm the crown prince to the Alvandia Kingdom. Our city has been under a curse for some decades by a Goddess, and it came to manifest in my time.. Every hour that passes ten lives are taken, either kids or our livestock, our water is blue and poisonous, the leaves are dying. Factually, Alvandia is in darkness. The place were butterflies and child lingers about, is no more. The Oracle was summoned and it was made known that the cure for the land, was to take hold of the evil goddess who cursed the land, sacrifice her, and place her pale hands on the land for cleansing.

"So, with that decision in mind. We personally handpicked the perfect representative from the WLanguage company." Jihanna gestured at the far right door, automatically everyone looked at the direction where she was pointing at. All were curious to see whoever or whatever is behind that door. "Please welcome the best transcript and auditor Supervisor at WLanguage..." The door opened and it's as if a spotlight lighted up and flashed when a beautiful woman wearing red bottom heels came walking out the door. "...Ms. Angel Beatrice Lewis." All men stared at her, jaw dropped on the floor, their eyes filled from the feast that is Angel's beautiful being.

She perched on the edge of her barstool, every inch of her so prim and proper Ben’s fingers itched to muss her up. After he watched her for a few minutes, he asked Murphy, “Who is the hot number in red with Layla?” “Her name is Angel.” “Angel,” rolled off his tongue. Perfect name for her. Sipping his beer, he focused entirely on her. Lush body, lush mouth. Great smile. Expressive eyes. She was off-the-scale sexy in his opinion. So why the hell was the woman wearing a wig? Not a subtle one, but a sleekly styled black wig, the last inch of hair dyed candy-apple red. Was she trying to look dangerous? Hip? Naughty?

I must say that he kept my mind off the wedding which didn't last long as a maid came knocking on my door. The moment has come after all. The elders were settled as well as some other wolves when Angelina walked inside. She was dressed in a blue long dress that flowed to the floor and concealed her long legs. Well, she's tall, though I'm still inches above her. The clothes clung to her body like second skin, allowing me a view of her shapes. Something in me purred and I had to mentally slap myself. This woman was someone I should hate and that's what I plan on doing.

Even with eyes closed she could play it fluently. People watched the slender beauty in awe, the dress was given to her by the organiser in simple words by Ace, it was a beautiful blood red color shimmery dress touching the floor as she sat there with closed eyes and fingers pressing the keys elegantly. There were few people who recognized her as Aurora Clifford, the fallen princess. But the majority knew her for being Aurora Ace Sullivan, the wife of Ace Sullivan.

Angelica stood by the frosted window of Lady Valerie’s chambers, a glass of dark northern wine resting untouched in her hand. "Draven’s mother has practically handed me the key to his bedroom," Angel said, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. "But a physical trap isn't enough. Not yet. His wolf is too hyper-vigilant right now. If I step onto that balcony while he’s still entirely consumed by his possessive haze over Aurora, he might actually tear my throat out before his instincts realize I’m offering myself."