Novel & Cerita Angel With A Shotgun By The Cab

Little Angelina couldn't comprehend what she was looking at. She looked up at the lady holding the gun again just to be sure that it was her lovely mother. She blinked several times to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. Before she could say, Jack, Kathrine had pulled the trigger and shot the woman. Blood spilled on the floor with fragments of the woman's brain splattered all over the floor

Only a bright light shone out as the bullet was pushed forwards and out. Gabriel hurried and stood up causing the agent with them to become speechless as his eyes and jaws nearly fell to the floor. A regular person wouldn’t have been able to survive a direct headshot like that and get up. Therefore what he didn’t believe before had to be true. Gabriel was really an Angel. The agent pushed them back and fired hitting the shooter directly in his head clearing the way for them to run. Gabriel grabbed Jasmine’s hand again as the crumpling building threatened to cave in on them. “How did you do that?” The agent asked. “It’s not possible…”

Wait, who even was her? What's my name? The Angel of Death was sitting at the lobby of the hospital, his wings uncomfortable with how the chair was designed. At his side was the furball, Kegawa that he likes to call Kedama. They were waiting for the machines to beep, for the flatlines to show on the monitor. He looks up at the clock and he smiled. Any moment now, he thought. "Oi, Keisuke. I thought they succeeded?" the furball asked him. "Why are we here waiting for the Seven Souls?"

Frustration boiled over, and I kicked the door repeatedly, but it didn’t budge. “Fuck this,” I growled under my breath and aimed my gun at the lock. One shot. Nothing. Two shots. Still nothing. “Come on!” I shouted and fired once more. The lock shattered, and I kicked the door. It splintered, flying open with a loud crack. Demon rushed in, his barks echoing off the walls. I followed, my eyes taking in the scene. Lorenzo and my mother lay unconscious, their bodies limp against the wall. But where was my angel?

There are gunshots and screaming of agony, and I know Angel and the rest are in the building. I grin, “It's Showtime"

Able to tell exactly where he was going with it, and not wanting to hear him threaten her with exile all over again, Angel quickly sighed, “Fine, I’ll come with you, but don’t go expecting Reebah to listen to me. She stopped listening the day everything went to shit.

The cab driver replied Angelus under the influence of her mind control while coming out from the car, handing the cab keys over to her, turning towards the opposite direction and trekking to God knows where. "Good boy!! Angelus said to the cab while smirking and watching him trek as Instructed. "What are you guys waiting for?? An Invitation?? Angelus asked Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott while entering the cab. Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott Immediately entered inside the cab because they knew Angelus could leave them there alone.

"If Angelina doesn't make it, then even I won't make it." "Don't say that," she cried softly. "I won't come back if she isn't there with me," I said and kissed her forehead. "Stay safe, alright." Every second felt like hours when we finally reached L.A. My mind raced with all the evil thoughts. Gabriel informed us that one passenger did arrive in a wheelchair. It was a woman in her early twenties. The man, who I assumed to be Ace, had fed the story of her mother dying and the girl being unstable. The pathetic people bought the story as easily as they'd eat shit.

"Good thing he's not a human so he'd probably had enough powers to counter attack your wicked ways." I raised one of my brows and gave her a horrified stare. "That's disrespectful. What you said was just a trope for my horror stories! It's not like I'm gonna do that in real life. And bruh, never." I crossed my arms and that's just when a headlight from an approaching car somehow illuminated our direction. Oh, finally! My driver! As fast as lightning, I picked up my baggage, and it became easier when the young driver greeted and helped me with the crap. But before I entered the passenger seat, I once again gave Rogue a serious look.

“Goodbye, Sir.” “Goodbye, Miss Jones and good luck.” . . . The next morning, a young woman stepped out of a taxi right outside Helena’s Redness and gave the driver her fare. “No need, Miss.” The taxi driver said, refusing the money. “What? Why not?” She asked in surprise. “It’s my good deed for the day.” He replied. “Wow! Thank you then.” She said with a smile. “You’re welcome.” He said. As she walked over to the wine company, the taxi driver shape-shifted into the angel, Gabriel. He watched her go into the building with a smile on his face.