Angel With Ski Mask Novels & Stories

Ava followed him and realized that everyone in the room except Zane and Gabriel had turned their back. “What?” she asked as she straightened up at the side of the pool. “Angel, you can’t just wear something like that,” Zane groaned. Ava looked down at the turquoise bikini. It wasn’t that revealing. That was why she had chosen it at Gabriel’s recommendation. It looked like an ordinary bikini except for the straps that ran between the breasts, around her ribcage and then over the hips.

Nola’s eyes widened in fear while Veronica raised her hand to strike the person in front her “Where is my little brother?” “How did you get in?” Angel frowned as she looked around for Night Wing. However, he was no where in sight; Behind the man, who stood in the spot where her little brother was standing, were around 20 men who looked like his soldiers. All of them wore similar masks. “Is it fun to scare your sisters?” Mark walked over and pinched Chris’s ears after a momentarily being stunned. “How did I know the tigresses of the Walter clan were paper tigresses?” Chris scratched the back of his head.

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.

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?