Angel Ward Novels & Stories

We don’t want to cause any scandal in grandma’s funeral. Of course people wondered why a Hugh Rockwell was there but that was easy to get away with. Business world. Now he is here and we are the only ones he said goodbye to me. She sighed and nodded. ”Alright, Mr. Rockwell. I’m still a bit vague about this, alright? Everybody still knows that Angel and my son are married. ” "I understand ma'am." he answered casually. ”But since, Angel will be at rest in your welfare I can’t do anything about it. And besides, I know you’ll take care of her. ”

Once the glasses were positioned properly, she reached for the bottle of wine and slowly poured the drink into each one. The golden-brown liquid filled the glasses, catching the warm light of the dining hall as it settled inside them. The omega slave remained composed throughout the entire process. She showed no sign of nervousness and made every movement appear natural, as though she were simply performing an ordinary task assigned to her. “Is the Alpha eating as well?” Red asked formally. “I don’t know. He doesn’t allow me to approach him,” Angelicca answered. “But one of the slaves told me earlier that he is working in the office right now.”

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

Three hours later, I was sat in the back of an SUV with Andrea as Chico drove. Thankfully, we'd avoided the sketchy boat trip and taken a jungle track away from the house instead, but the journey was long and silent. Andrea had forced me into a tight black dress with a deep cleavage and given me a new identity as a girl named Polly. "Under no circumstances should you let him see your mark," Andrea said positioning my hair over the scar. "Remember what is at cost if he finds out who you are and that I am behind this. That party will turn into a shootout instantly and the blood will be on your hands."

It was not easy for anyone. "And as for our youngest barrette on the island. The first ever to become a barrette at 16. I have a present for you" Angel ran back up to the stage excitedly. She lived for surprises. "Well, what is it?. What is it?" Eve chuckled at the girl's eagerness "You'll see...." Eve said with mysterious eyes before signaling Scarlet. "Go and get the present" Scarlet nodded, she herself was excited to see everyone's reactions.

That's a big joke, Aurora. I just waved him goodbye and went inside the building. When I entered my unit, I quickly threw myself on the sofa and checked my social media accounts. I suddenly regretted that I opened my account just to see how happy mommy was with her new family. I stared at the post. I would have been the one smiling with her. But I'm here, bitterly smiling at the sight of my mom having the best days of her life that she failed to have when she was with us.

My eyes lingered on the members around us we blended in the circle, hands on each other’s waists. Angel was quick to join us, and for the first time, I raked my eyes over her choice of clothing. She was indeed wearing white but not the one that I had picked. The omega was in a solid white cocktail dress with off shoulders paired with diamond jewellery—no wonder the others were talking about her. Ignoring her, I focused on using all those practice hours I spent on perfecting the routine steps. By the end of the song, I count feel my ankles throb with all the twirling and twisting in the same spot.

The sorceress spoke with a joyless smile, holding her niece's head. Chaos gritted his fangs, but didn’t dare to contradict. The sea sorceress didn’t bear the mark of exile. After the death of her sister, Queen Adamanda, and then the king, she was the only one in whose hands the artifacts worked. Agnes (who hid her true name – Angela) gave up the crown in favor of Erida, and only few people knew about it. Chaos was told by his father, who was told by the sorceress herself before she left the coral capital. No one knew the reason for Angela's departure, nor did they understand why she crippled the fate of Nocté: she dared to make a deal with the princess, demanding a voice and magic in exchang

Angela swatted her hand away staring at her reflection in the mirror. "You guys made me look so girlish," She complained, staring at the light makeup that made her look like a doll. "Oh, come on, it's your birthday. Enough with being a tomboy. I don't know what you trained at the vampire kingdom that you changed like this. From what I could recall, you loved to dress up like a girl and a tomboy but now you only prefer to dress like a dude. You must look like a princess tonight, it's your 18th birthday after all," Aurora said.

Her heart twisted painfully. She struggled to sit as the wretched witch approached but found herself unable to move. “What the hell have you done to me?” Angela demanded, thrashing against the restraints holding her to the table. Kesha smiled, though her eyes remained glued to Angela’s beautiful body, the body that would belong to her in two days. “Angela Armstrong. Wife of the Alpha King. Heiress of the White Witch Queen. Mother of the hybrid heir.” She smiled darkly. “What a magnificent prize, all in one woman.”