Angel With Ski Mask Novels & Stories

is a spoiled Sin who always fights her twin brother. “Rayne, I’ll be off now.” Angel said as she got her bag. “There she goes again. Why can't you spend a little more time with us?” Ashley complained as she got up to look at Angel. “If I don’t get home before Jiro, he’ll be suspicious.” She explained with a smile. “How about your bruise?” Jacob asked, still looking at his phone. “A little make-up will do.” Angel said as she winked at us. Angel is a model and she’s an amazing make-up artist. Asides from glamming herself for pictorials, she also uses her talent to hide bruises and cuts from combats. Amazing and scary at the same time.

he asked a favour and Veronica smiled at him. "Sure, let us excuse first," she said to Pocco and Evangeline. Pocco nodded and she followed after Blake. "Is there a matter?" she whispered when they were a few inches away from them. Blake shook his head and explained, "Well, you know that Evangeline was an angel, right?" he first asked and Veronica nodded his head, she was confused. "Yes, is there a problem, babe?" he repeated.

"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.

Let her try. But when I'm done, she'll regret ever stepping foot in Moonridge. And Ella will regret ever being born. I sat up in my hospital bed. The pack witch had already left. The room was quiet. Dark. I looked at my phone. A message from one of my friends at Lykos. Angel left her pack without permission. Her mother is furious. She's not supposed to be there. I smiled. So Angel is a runaway. Hiding in Moonridge. Chasing a boy who doesn't want her.

He was staring intently at Angeline's beautiful eyes, unmoving. "Aunty, can you take off the mask?" The usually indifferent Jens was incredibly gentle toward Angeline. This immediately attracted the attention of Baby Robbie and Baby Zetty. “Jens, what are you doing?" Baby Robbie turned back. Baby Zetty also turned to look at Angeline. Angeline smiled softly and gently pulled off the mask, revealing her complete face. It was a face that was so perfect and there were no blemishes. Not only were her features exquisite, but they were also noble-like and stunning beyond comparison.

Which she wasn’t going to be able to do if Mariana got in her way. A parade of skates flapped their wingtips as they swam by, their eyes bugging more out of their heads when they saw Mariana holding onto her. A baby skate fluttered over his mother to whisper in her spiracle while the mother shook her head—actually since she didn’t have a neck, she shook her entire body—at Mariana. Angel could almost hear Mama “tsk-tsking.” Angel was right there with her. Mariana let go, only to glare at the mother skate until the fish hustled her child away. Then Mariana crossed her arms over her shell-fillers—or rather, her breasts. Angel had decided that to pass as a Human, she needed to think like one.

Not wanting to ruin his plan, I didn’t mind-link him. Suddenly I heard footsteps outside the toilet. Angel? Is that you? I mind-linked her. "Yes, open the door!" Her voice sounded outside the door. I opened the door immediately and she ran into the toilet. Thank Goddess. But my heart sank when I saw her face without the mask. She had the purse with her, but she wasn't wearing the mask! "Why am I so dizzy?" Angel asked, rubbing her temples with her hand. Because you forgot to wear the mask! I didn't blame her, she was drunk. I took two masks out of my bag, tore open the packages and put them on for us.

The kids nodded and smiled at the girl before they chorused, “Okay.” The girl stood up and turned to face Ariel and me, holding on to the little kids close behind her. “You promise we will be okay, Ari?” The girl asked with concern aching through her voice. Ariel nodded, “I promise.” “Okay.” I pulled the ski mask over my face again and walked out of the room, “Guys, let’s go. We don’t have any more time to waste.” “What’s with the ski mask he has on?” I heard the girl ask Ariel in a whisper.