Angelic Lady Novels & Stories

She got more into it than she should have, all things considered. Lily continued talking about vampire squids and the ROV footage she had watched already until they arrived and met up with the questionably happy couple. It was far too easy to ramble when the person she was talking to didn’t cut her off. Angel wore a simple sleeveless white dress that stopped above her knees and looked like a regular part of her wardrobe rather than a wedding dress. Her hair was curled but her glasses were on and she wore light makeup. Most likely so no one would recognize her as the rather scandalous Miss Americana winner who turned down the crown on live television.

I tear my gaze from the looming building to her, rubbing my clammy palms on my black dress. “You truly look like a goddess,” Marina says, repeating what the makeup artist, who’d done my makeup said when she saw me all dressed up. She’d been so startled when she saw me, claiming I was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. I’d appreciated the compliment right until she said I looked like an angel. Lily had been more than delighted to let her know my name is Angelica. “You are the goddess,” I tell Marina with a chuckle, finally feeling my stomach unknot itself.

"I know, Doctor. I think she was about my age too." ooOOoo The Bishop sat down with calm dignity and started to pour out the tea. Monsignor Cunningham seemed to take this as the signal for him to begin his questioning. "Immaculata," he said in a friendly but businesslike tone, "when you see the angel, is it always in the same place?" "No, father. Usually it's in my bedroom, but not always." "And can you tell us please what it looks like?" "It's a lady - all dressed in white. The robes cover her head, like a nun's dress, and there's a veil over her face."

the smile on my face faded, instantly and my jaw ticked hearing an all too familiar name. Dylan also realized his mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mason, I forgot." I just nodded and walked to my room. I don't want to remember her name. She was a real bit¤h! She was a cheater. A liar. A girl who didn't care for anyone but herself. She always thought of her benefit. And then there's this girl. Angel. I love this name for her. She was just like an angel, sent by God to brighten my day. My foul mood was replaced by a contented one. I felt my lips curl upwards.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

She didn't say anything but kept silent while turning her fists into balls. "Hmm, I don't think you could get yourself ready by your own. Your body is still sore isn't it!?" Amara heard the maid's voice again and she stepped out of the bathroom realizing that she doesn't have any option other than agreeing with her. That's how she got dressed up in a black lacy dress which hugged her body showing off all those gifted curves which looked like they were sculptured by the god himself. Mrs. Hess, the old maid who helped Amara to dress up praised the girl who's looking herself in the mirror dressed like an angel.

“This should really be a place of peace. I have the feeling that everything is slowly slipping away from me. Oh Lord, please give me strength. " "So be it.", Came a female voice that pulled Godric out of his thoughts. He looked around hastily, then looked at the bowl in which the holy water was beating waves. It pulsed and released a light. “What is it now ?!” Startled, the abbot took a step back, ignored the small step that led to the altar and landed painfully on his bottom. His gaze was fixed on the spectacle of what was happening before him. Was that another one of Louis' penetrating pranks? The water did not change color, however, but seemed to shine even more purely than before. It for

“S-Shut up, Lucy! Can’t you just stop pretending to be me?! I’m Angela, and Lucifer and I are already getting married so stay away form my fiancé!” I looked at her, “L-Lucy, please don’t do this…” “Guards! Get this woman out of here!” Princess Melody suddenly called the guards. “N-No, Princess Melody, please tell Lucifer the truth… N-No! Please let go of me, Lucifer!!” the guards grabbed me by both of my arms and started dragging me out from the garden. “Lucifer!!! I’m Angela! Believe me! Lucifer!!!”

The entire office felt like a resolution, a bad quality movie, but the major question is who is this angel? "How dare your pathetic ass sleep while on duty?" The angel said in a British accent. Her tall frame and slender body were like that of a Victoria secret model. Her soft ivory shoulders were exposed and her cherry red curls fell down on her back like a bone straight hair. Her lips though in a pout were carefully tinted red. Her skin looked flawless, impeccable and perfect. She blinked her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. She snaps her long, slender fingers in my face snapping me out of my reverie. She is a beauty to behold. The ty

All the angel warriors stepped aside and a beautiful angel walked towards us with a stoic expression. The angel cleared his throat and spoke, “Archangel Elaine, this group came here using a portal—” “Layla!” Stephen and Michelle let out in surprise and Elaine looked at us with mouth hung in awe. Elaine looked fabulous in her angel dress code, and the holy arc of light above her head gave her more elegance. So, she’s now back in her duty. Her gaze found mine, and I smiled at her. “Hey, Elaine,” I said. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, and she ran towards me.