Angel With Ski Mask Novels & Stories

“Do you want to take her spot?” “No, thanks. I’m good,” I said with a cocky smirk, even though I could feel beads of sweat coming out of my every pore. “Come here, Angel,” he commanded. I squared my shoulders, holding my ground. “No. And my name is Summer. I’d appreciate it if you used my real name instead.” “When I say come here, you do as you are told.” “I said no.” The atmosphere turned tense, and I knew I had screwed up by the way Nicholas’s beautiful face turned deadly. He held the girl’s hips in a vice grip, and she flinched under his hold.

James said, turning and giving a curt nod to a darkened doorway that Alex could barely see shapes moving within. A tan-skinned woman seemed to materialize then, stepping out of the doorway and walking over toward Kenny. She was wearing a simple black mask like James, but was dressed in a gorgeous set of lingerie, red and black lace, crisscrossing over her incredible frame. Long dark hair spun down from her head and she smiled sweetly at Kenny. "Hello sir, my name is Angelica," she said, her accent thick and marking her as being of Hispanic descent. "Kenneth," he said, smiling at her as she laced her arm into his.

he asked , amused. "Those things are beneath you,my love" she said looking unhappy. "Now don't be mad my baby" he kissed her left cheek causing a smile to break out on her face. "Now that's my butterfly" he teased. On the boxing ring were three people, two men( Angel's opponent and the referee) and a woman (Angel) wearing a mask, her hair is packed in a bun to avoid distraction. Her figure looks a bit manly and her six packs made many men drool. She wore a red sports bra and green mini skirt that showed her red bum shorts underneath from time to time as she moved.

Dark jeans mold to his thick legs, and a black button-up shirt stretches over his muscular chest with his sleeves rolled up, revealing tattoos on his forearms. Sh!t, what was Sylvester doing here!?, Why was he almost everywhere she goes. D*mn, she had actually taught that he had left... Though Angelina was still performing her routine, she couldn't help the nervousness that flowed through her body, bringing in goosebumps but then.... She remembered that she still had her mask on. "Since I still have my mask on, let's show our dear boss some show, shall we?"Angelina thought inwardly as a sly smirk formed on her gorgeous face.

" said Valeria , not wishing to enter into another argument with Alex . " He went to the bathroom . He is about to come now . he was extremely impatient . You have no idea how disappointed he was when you said you couldn't come yesterday . " said Antonio . " Awww.....my sweetheart.......I can't wait to hug and kiss his chubby cheeks . " said Valeria with a touched expression . While they were waiting for Angelo to return , a person with a white shirt , black jacket , black toruses with dark shoes and wearing a black mask . When he passed Antonio felt a weird feeling and a small light shiver on his shoulders .

Angela opened her eyes to find two towering men standing in front of her. Both wore masks and baseball caps. One of them was idly toying with a compact firearm. "Y-you… who are you…? Are you Khloe's people?" Angela's voice was so hoarse it barely came out. Terror swallowed her whole, and her body trembled uncontrollably. After escaping from the car, she had hidden in a drainage ditch. She had only just managed to evade Nick's men and was about to leave when she was suddenly attacked…

My heels echoed through the enormous room. Then.... “Kitten.” I turned. There he was. Black shirt. Black trousers. Black-and-gold mask. My Angel. He stopped several feet away. His head tilted. “You're not wearing your mask.” I shrugged. “What's the point? You already know who I am.” A chuckle escaped him. “Fair enough.” His amusement slowly faded. “I hope you understand…I can't remove mine yet.” I studied him. “There are things I can't reveal right now.”

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.

When she mentioned her name to the receptionist, they instructed Mariko to go directly to his office. As Mariko knocked on the door first before he went inside the CEO's room, she noticed the man standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the view of a skyscraper. He has this salt and pepper-colored hair. His hands were inside his pockets. Ethan notices her presence and turned around to face her. He frowned upon seeing a woman standing at the front door, wearing a black shirt and army pants, with her hair tied in a loose braid. "Mr. Reed, I am agent Angel, from the Moon Castle Agency. I am the person in-charge to protect your son, Marcus Reed." Ethan smiled. He walked toward his swivel

Zane had to smile at her. “Angel, there is nothing bad in you.” “Of course there is. Do you think I would be okay with what you did tonight if I was all good and pure? Do you think I would enjoy the things we do if I didn’t have a streak of bad in me?” she asked. She had a smile on her face which told Zane she enjoyed the idea of being a little bad.