Angelito Part 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My father is dead,” “You have the nerve to be speaking…” “Stefano, the girl is grieving…” “Go and get ready, the car is waiting for us outside. I will pick up your traitor father’s body and we are going to be out of here.” He said, stopping Alpha Cosimo. I was still for a second too long before the growl that the Alpha let out had me darting from the bed, knowing that he would be angrier if I didn’t move. However, moving too fast, I nearly fell, tumbling over my footsteps. Heir Alpha Diego wrapped his arm around my waist, stabilizing me, and I took a deep breath as I looked him in the eye, getting lost in them for a mere moment before I heard Alpha Cosimo speaking to Alpha Stefano.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

I walked with them to the orphanage. “Isn’t this too much?” Angelo asked while tailing me. “It’s just breaking my heart. I want to do this. It’s my willingness,” I told him. After sending the kids to the orphanage, I noticed how Angelo throw weird glances at me. I’m empty handed now but it’s fine. I will just buy the other day. “You are very different,” he suddenly let out a sentence. “Different?” “The Selena I know is not like you,” he said still glancing at me. I can see it through my peripheral view. “I was testing you a while ago but I didn’t change your mind.”

Yet when she gave a discreet sniff, she realized that the scent of blood was lessening and it had begun to smell rusty, as though the wound on the back of his head was already clotting and healing. “I can’t exactly get into Italy without you,” Angel said as nonchalantly as possible with a shrug of her shoulders. She leaned back in her chair in an attempt to look as relaxed as she could even though her insides were churning. Flying hadn’t exactly been kind to her unsuspecting nerves, and Layon’s accident had left them entirely frayed.

I struggled to breathe, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through my battered body. When I finally got up, I wandered to the mess they'd left behind. The coffee table was littered with bottles, cigarette butts, and crumpled bills. Amidst all the mess, my gaze had caught on a slick black card lying. It was dusted with white powder-the stuff used to cut lines. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. In bold letters across the middle was a name-Valaro-along with a website.

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

I made it my mission to try and get a read on all of them. “Bella ragazza, care to explain?” Gio asked They switched between Italian and English all the time, they start speaking English and then some Italian words were mixed in. “If I knew I would tell you” “We came in and found it like this, she doesn’t know who did it and madre would never use that” Tattia said pointing at the banner. “Gio, Antonio bruciate tutto, faccio una chiamata.” Dante said (Gio, Antonio, burn it all, I will make a call.)

Seeing that, Elena, Maria and Angelina froze before Angelina wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her to her chest, and hiding her face on her chest, not wanting her to look at the scene before her eyes, I knew that I was not dreaming or hallucinating Nicolas and Alessandro walked out of the room behind Dante, keeping their distance, and wanting to follow Dante, Nicolas wrapped his hand around my arm, stopping me as my mate, Angelina, Elena, and Alessandro walked out of the house, probably wanting to take her to the hospital. Nicolas shook his head at me, motioning for me to be quiet as my stomach ached. I frowned, and putting a hand on my stomach, I froze when I felt water between

He shot again and again and again untill there was no other sound. I was whimpering underneath my seat, praying to God about my birthday that was incoming. I was turning twenty two Soon and I didn't want to die at all. I heard the click of a door opening and when I looked up, L'Angelo had opened a door...a gun in his hand as he stepped out. Fuck! This was getting real. So real. I grabbed another gun that was placed on the center console and stood up as well, opening the door. "Get the fuck inside, Sophia bambina and I...fuck!" L'Angelo groaned and ducked behind the car.

One year later - Diego’s POV - I looked around the mess I had created a while ago and cursed under my breath. Two dead bodies of deer were lying near me, which automatically made me sigh in annoyance. I got up and started walking towards my home. "Come on, buddy, it was my new shirt," I complained to Delcan, who was still silent as always.