Novel & Cerita Angel With Ski Mask

They were coming from every angle and now, she was in the middle. “Who are you people?" Angela finally asked. She offered a little thanks to the moon goddess when her voice came out firm and did not give away her fear. “Hmm, a brave one. I see" It was the masked woman that replied. It felt like she was praising Angela for her boldness but her tone was insulting and Angela could see the woman's blue eyes looking at her from head to toe. Blue eyes!

This was not how soon they were planning to fight the Angel. "So, he chose me after all," Tenshi muttered. "Oh, you're done so quick, Pika." The Arcangel Pika opened his eyes and stared at the ice blue eyes of his nemesis, the Angel of Death. He hates those dull eyes of Keisuke, they were too cold he can't stand them. "Well I beat him up like you told me to do, didn't I? Plus! You said I can do whatever I like," he told the Angel of Death, his voice sounding annoyed that he was talking to him.

I turn to see a surprised Ted. "I think you're looking for her," Ted whispers and motions me to the other side of the gym. Angel stands there, now changed into spandex shorts and a crop tank top. She is focusing on her phone, and now I understand why Ted looks so surprised. Her tanned and sexy belly is showing, and I can see her two little abs. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail. Unwillingly, my mouth waters while I look at her. She is fucking sexy as hell.

My Angel orders as she fastens her harness. She has a lot on her, knives, katanas, bows, arrows and her favorite dagger that she straps to her thigh. Had it not been for the situation we are in, I would have laughed at her appearance. Wet hair, roughly pulled in a ponytail, my shirt, wrapped in a harness, my boxers and bare legs, with a dagger strapped to her thigh. She looks adorable and badass at the same time. "Let us move! We have to get the fight as far away from the clan as possible. Do not die on me, guys!" I command before pulling Angel to me and giving her a passionate kiss, crushing her into my body.

As they made to the dance floor, everyone gave them some distance at the center of the room. "Not bad. Thanks for showing up. For a moment there I thought I was going to cry myself home like a princess who just got stood up by her prince." She giggled. "No need to thank me. Remember you're paying for this. And the sooner we get this over with the better." He said hatefully. Angel couldn't believe her ears. Was it not the same man she spoke to in her house? She thought. "I'm sorry, did I mistake you for someone else? Can you just adjust the mask a little let me be sure I'm in the right arms." She insisted to see the man's face for clearance.

My eyes scanned everyone until I found who I was looking for. ‘Fuck…’ my brother said when he also saw her. Angel was wearing a black and gold sundress that cinched around her chest, laid flat against her toned stomach, and flared out at her hips. It ended a couple of inches above her knees. The gladiator heels that had ribbons that wound up her calves made her legs look like they went on for fucking days. As if sensing our gaze, she turned her head and smiled brightly at us before making her way over.

Angel said. That made Bella smile, she knew the guards had a strict rule, no matter how often they saw a face, the stripper always had to give consent before they could come in. That protocol had undeniably saved them so many times. Angel knew that, but would still make a fuss every single time, the name did suit her … Angel. She had beautiful blonde silver dyed hair, her eyes were a perfect kind of big, with beautiful blue orbs.

The man in the suit exhaled in relief and swatted the sweat on his forehead, he turned around and started walking away. Angel read the comments again, and her mood worsen, she pursed her lips, and she couldn't explain why she is jealous, "why are they forcing Miles to be Mora's mask?" she asked, pondering. She became interested in Mora's mask and started looking for his videos, and pictures online, In most of the pictures, his body shape was just like Miles, even his slender smooth hands. Angel's eyes narrowed, and she could tell the similarities, and the striking complexion "why does Miles look like Mora's mask? and why is he being low-key about it?" she thought out loud.

I was reaching for a third when something on the stage caught my eye. It was the stripper up there, moving like water around the silver pole. She wore a mask that covered most of her face — something lacy and black that made her look mysterious. But as she spun and dipped, the mask shifted, and for just a split second, I saw her face. My heart stopped. Angel?

Questions and exclamations filled the air, and Angel struggled not to cringe under the scrutiny of the entire pack. Why couldn't I have just controlled myself? she asked herself. She was surprised when Layon ignored the pack and wandered over to nuzzle his snout into her cheek, offering her a lick before he turned and began to shift back into his human form. Fearful of their gazes, Angel remained in wolf form, pressing herself against Layon's bare leg even as he addressed the pack. "Angel Hale is the traitor's daughter no more! She is my mate, the mate of the next pack alpha!"