Angel With Ski Mask Novels & Stories

Don't worry, and don't blame yourself," Jasper reassured her, his voice calm and steady. Alyssa's heart pounded. A new thought struck her, prompting her to ask, "How did this woman look like?" "She wore a mask, but her eyes left a deep impression on me." Angelina said firmly, "They looked like yours." "I understand," Alyssa breathed a sigh of relief, her body finally relaxing. "Angelina, she's a friend of ours, but for her safety, I can't reveal her identity to you. However, I trust that what she told you is reliable."

The warm aroma of baked coffee beans doesn't seem to have any special attack, just like his eyes now. "I understand Miss's concerns," Angus said, "I will control myself and you don't need to worry." He took out the iron mask from his bag, and put it on under Emilia's gaze, fitting perfectly. This humiliating thing like taming a wild dog and preventing alpha bites, Angus put it on his face without any change in expression, and slightly lowered his head to Emilia: "I will send you back to the manor immediately."

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

he said, extending a hand. Chelsea forced a smile, his handshake light, almost tentative. "I'm Chelsea." Angel's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you're that Chelsea. Chelsea Waters, right?" Chelsea nodded, his gaze drifting to Angel's boots. "Yeah, I am. Nice boots." The red sequins seemed out of place amidst the somber atmosphere. Angel chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "Thanks! I'm a fan of statement pieces." He struck a pose, his leg bent to showcase the boots.

Even though the door had just burst open! They have to move fast! But Angel felt burned instead. His face started to get red. ‘Because of those eyes that are looking at me!’ And remembering some snippets of that night. ‘It’s hot.’ Angel’s throat suddenly went dry. ‘I was surprised to see him here.. I knew it was him, the moment I saw his silver eyes behind his mask.’ Angel darted his eyes behind Tony. Refusing to look at his devouring eyes. ‘And his aura. His gait. His build..’

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

An intricate crown wraps around the moon and the deep royal blue and silver color stands out beautifully on her golden skin. I tear my eyes from her mark and look at my own. It is nothing at all what I thought it would be. Instead of a wolf, there is an angel with her wings and arms thrown wide, her hair is fanned out like the wind is blowing. Silvery blue flames swirl around a flowing dress with a silver crescent moon behind her. Gold wolf eyes stare out from the half circle of the moon, and the angel herself is navy blue with light blue wings, much like Divina's own.

I squeaked, the blood draining from my face. “Put on the helmet Angel” Angeles instructed, not even looking at me. “But-“ “Angel” Angeles hissed, turning his attention to me completely, “Nothing is going to happen to you alright? Put the helmet on, get in the car and have some fun. Come on baby – fun. Danger, you love danger” he said, leaning on me. His breath tickled my neck, him giving me light pecks all along my jaw which made warmth pool inside of me. His hands trailed up and down my thigh, me shivering from the glorious touch.

We laughed more every other days and have fun with Hailey at school. “I’ve never done these things before,” Angelo suddenly said while we are on the school building’s rooftop to see the golden sunset. The golden light seems like a phone filter touching our skin. Everything looks golden and beautiful, everything the sun’s light touches. “What things?” I asked and tried looking at him. He climbed up on the barrier that I almost freaked out. Gladly, I remembered he isn’t human. “Making fun of people,” he answered. Hailey copied him and sat on it raising both her feet playing with them.

The chopper landed on the helipad. This place was fully blanketed in snow. I smiled excitedly. I noticed tourists enjoying skiing nearby. My happiness turned into annoyance. I held back the urge to shoot Angelo a venomous look. "Evara! Walk with me. I'll show you how to ski." Angelo said, beaming his charming smile. He was good-looking, but he was really malevolent. "No, thank you." I replied sharply and walked towards the double glass door. I couldn't endure him around me, poor Sienna.