Angel With Ski Mask の小説・ストーリー

Lucas promised. Cayden also approached but his face still showed no reaction. "Are you serious?" I even asked Lucas. "He is." The war angel answered. It is now looking at me. She's beautiful especially now that she looks like she's wearing make-up. "You don't recognize me?" It's still a question for me. I shook my head. How do I know him? Well, I don't know him. For goodness sake. But I was surprised when he took off his helmet and changed his appearance. Her hair became messy and dirty as well. The war angel became Angel Grace! What the heck?

Lucas promised. Cayden also approached but his face still showed no reaction. "Are you serious?" I even asked Lucas. "He is." The war angel answered. It is now looking at me. She's beautiful especially now that she looks like she's wearing make-up. "You don't recognize me?" It's still a question for me. I shook my head. How do I know him? Well, I don't know him. For goodness sake. But I was surprised when he took off his helmet and changed his appearance. Her hair became messy and dirty as well. The war angel became Angel Grace! What the heck?

I hold her until she settles. When I hear her sniffle, I turn her face to mine and kiss her softly. “You and me Angel. That hasn’t changed.” She nods and I release her, helping us both to stand. When we do, the warriors begin applauding. I’d been concentrating so hard on making sure I didn’t lose any teeth or get a bone broken that I hadn’t realized that they had all stopped to watch us. “Nice job Angel.” Rik says to her. “Want to try your hand with an Alpha that’s used to sparring with a Guardian?” He asks her.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

In the end of this combat the girl takes off her mask and she was like an angel with black cold eyes and white skin like the snow, AHMET for the first time he was charmed he feels something he never experienced. The girl approached and said "my name is ANGY NIVA's sister!!" AHMET was under charme he did not say any words. ANGY put the mask again and she went out of the dojo, she went to waterfall and she spoke to herself . ANGY (happy) {he was very handsome like a charming prince what is that feeling i have i cannot even see him in the eyes,(angry) but why he didn't answer me he is arrogent or maybe I'm not beautiful enough fir him…..}

I open up the door angrily to find Angelica posing seductively in front of me meowing, “Hello handsome”. That sexy kitten voice, that sound was music to my ears. Big dark sunglasses on. A black short leather biker dress with towering high heels. She comes in walking like Uma Thurman in KillBill. She takes off the sunglasses and I instantly get lost in those amazing dark deep eyes again.

He moved closer and his lips brushed mine and he caught my lips. We started kissing as I wrapped my hands around his neck. Someone cleared her throat and I knew it was Angela. I tried to free myself from Drake but he held on to me firmly and smirked at me as I glared at him. Angela was wearing a short mini leather black skirt that showed off her thighs and wore a lemon button shirt and high heels that could make someone fall off their feet. She wore this make up that made her radiant like an angel and tied her hair up.

You should be thanking them, not turning around and slandering them. Rebecca let out a small laugh, her tone contemptuous, while Sebastian kept eating his chicken without a care for his image. "You disgust me." I set my wine down and stood up. "Vexana, are you pretending you don't remember, or do you really think nobody does?" I asked.

Black smoke spread across the road before a lone figure emerged from within, walking toward her. A terrified whimper escaped Angela. She staggered backward seeing her sworn enemy in all her dark glory. Those dark blue eyes. Blonde hair dancing wildly in the wind. The flowing black gown. None of it could deceive her. This wasn't Luna Beatrice. It was Kesha. The black witch smiled at her. A wicked smile. “Finally, we meet, Angela Armstrong.”

“Here you are. Sitting pretty.” Angel rolled his eyes like he was tired of me before he even opened his mouth. “I know it’s you,” he muttered in a hoarse voice. “Mask, or whatever the fuck you call yourself. If you wanted to hurt me, it would’ve already happened a long time ago.” I couldn’t help the smile that escaped my lips behind my mask. I guess he was smart enough to know when to pick his battles. Still, I tucked the blade away into my jacket pocket slowly, keeping my movements non-threatening.