Angel Ward Novels & Stories

As long as the broadcasting companies don't classify you as a disreputable artist, we still have a chance to turn things around. As soon as she finished speaking, her phone vibrated again. She glanced at Ingrid, who sat silently. Without taking even a sip of water, Wanda stood up again and answered the phone, "Hello, Mr. Lester…" Ingrid knew that the next day was the day of Angeline's engagement party with Nathaniel. Ingrid was determined to find a way to meet Angeline because only she could save her now. As long as Angeline, the person involved, was willing to forgive her in front of the media, Ingrid was convinced she could get through this safely.

But what we found out was far from anything we could have ever imagined. The psychic had told us that Daciana was the reincarnation of Azrael, the primordial werewolf who once walked the earth. The stories I had heard about him growing up were terrifying. He was said to be the most powerful and dangerous werewolf to ever exist. His second coming was said to be for the sole purpose of eliminating all werewolves, as the ancestors collectively defeated him then. The news brought a wave of shock and fear to Richard and me.

Jean asks, her face written in every language of curiosity. "It's simple. But before I tell you. When Edward showed up, there showed up a woman with him. Her name is Angela, known as Angie to most of the men. She is completely untouchable because she's Edward's woman. The first and last time a man tried to lay a hand on her, not even in assault or anything, just for her to shift, Edward cut off those hands. He has a prosthetic arm now anyway. The reason for telling you this short information is because the reason you're wanted dead has to do with her." "What do you mean?"

It was Angela he knew, so Angela will I tell him about. “I grew up in Shadow moon pack as an Omega maid. I never got to meet my father, I only knew my mother, who died while serving the alpha king and his family, who were an evil bunch. She died as a taster. Someone wanted to poison the alpha king, and unfortunately, she was the one who tasted the food that day. She died immediately. From age ten, I was asked to serve the Alpha's daughter, who was the same age as me. I thought that because she was young she would not be as cruel as her parents, so I was ecstatic to be selected as her personal maid, but I was wrong. She was exactly like her parents. I guess it runs in their blood.

That night, Angela wore a maroon short-sleeved dress that fell to her knees, and with her long hair flowing naturally, she looked like a goddess descending from the heavens. Moreover, Angela had applied only a light layer of makeup and wore just a few pieces of jewelry, which only made the appearance of one of the young directors at the Jackson Group even more captivating. “She’s absolutely stunning!” “No wonder Ben Walter is head over heels for her.” “A woman as beautiful as her is definitely better off with Ben Walter than with that loser who disappeared.” Another person chimed in, “Goodness! Don’t even mention Miss Jackson’s good-for-nothing husband. He’s gone.”

But I know an angel who is the complete opposite of that. Her name is Angel Salt. She's not popular in the way that everyone loves her. She's popular in the way that everyone knows her. Everyone knows to stay on her good side. Because hurting people is one of the things she loves to do most. And she does it with a smile on her face. Every single time. No one questions her. No one confronts her. No one even looks at her wrong. Because her mother is the Alpha witch. My dad's personal witch. The most powerful witch in our pack. Maybe in any pack.

It was an off-shoulder dress. The woman had short brown curly hair and she was very beautiful but it was clear she had done a lot of makeup. Everything about her was fake. Angela hated that. She didn’t see the woman as beautiful anymore. What scared her was the woman had wings but they were black and burning. Fire was burning them. She was untouched and unmoved by the burning of the fire. That was when she realized the fire wasn’t burning her; she was the fire. The lower part of her dress was also burning. Everything about her was evil. She was the one leading the army but who was she?

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

When she mentioned her name to the receptionist, they instructed Mariko to go directly to his office. As Mariko knocked on the door first before he went inside the CEO's room, she noticed the man standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the view of a skyscraper. He has this salt and pepper-colored hair. His hands were inside his pockets. Ethan notices her presence and turned around to face her. He frowned upon seeing a woman standing at the front door, wearing a black shirt and army pants, with her hair tied in a loose braid. "Mr. Reed, I am agent Angel, from the Moon Castle Agency. I am the person in-charge to protect your son, Marcus Reed." Ethan smiled. He walked toward his swivel

“The smell is almost unbearable to us wolves.” “I’m fine. This is nothing compared to what we were trying to escape few days ago.” Angelo’s rotten smell had prepared him for this. He casted back the mask to him. “Alright. Oh, look at that we have our first friend to say hello.” Argus took his sword. “Is that the monster you were talking a while ago?” In front of him is a tiny winged monster. It does not look harmful at all, but behind every appearances there is always a surprise.