Novel & Cerita Angels Are Jealous

Angels of the lord. "How long have you not called me that, Azrael?" I took my hand to my lips. "Less than I wished..." I whispered "we are not brothers after all." The redhead looked away with disappointment. That was one of the truths we didn’t want to admit or deal with. Angels were nothing but prisoners. Not children, not those who were loved by their God - but prisoners of a selfish and whimsical child. I sighed. "Enough of this talk, I have a lot to solve."

"Huh? What are you talking about? He humiliated my friend and you're talking about jealousy? What he did was pure humiliation at its peak so don't sugar-coat it!" Jeremy shook his head with a half-smile on his face. "No sweetheart. You're not a man so you won't understand how these things are. Believe me, his actions are justified and if I was in his shoes, I might have even done worse. He had once seen me deliberately flirting with Angelina just so as to rile both of them up. And when he came here and found me with a woman who had similar features to her, what do you expect him to think? He's a man, Ally and trust me, men's jealousy is ten times that of women. A man can lose control of his

"She can be a bit crazy as well." "And overprotective." Angel intervened. "I swear to God, if she doesn't like you. Then maybe she just hates me." Angel concluded, her hands going, twirling and swirling everywhere as if the world is about to end. "Mind you when I say this, I really don't like it when I ruin a couple's relationships. That's not in my memo. And neither is making other people jealous." Upon hearing the word jealous, a light bulb suddenly flicked and lighted up in Anthony's mind. The gears in his head started to work, bit by bit--- connecting the dots and clues that he picked up whenever he's with Lissa.

She sneers. I purse my lips. “What makes you think I’m a fugitive?” I ask, though I already know the answer. “Oh please, everyone knows you did something. Why would the Council take your wings if you weren’t a fugitive, huh?” She smirks. “What makes you think that the Council took my wings? For all you know, some human could have taken them,” I shoot back before shoving her aside and pushing past her friend. Many of the light angels were full of themselves, and the dark angels always got into trouble. I wish they’d at least try to refute their stereotypes; being able to predict someone’s personality by their breed quickly grows annoying.

“I trust you more than anyone in the world, babe. It’s them I don’t trust. The people you’ll meet. You’re so goddamn beautiful, Angel. People with eyes would fall in love with you. And I’m not—” he breathed in, his whole speech that he tried so hard to memorize came out sounding like a child whining, “—I’m not gonna be able to handle all that.” Angel continued to listen. Patient. Understanding. “Don’t even get near anyone. Don’t look them in the eye. Don’t breathe next to them. I’m a very jealous bastard. I don’t share.”

Dorin should be ashamed of his tiny ones but instead, he displays them proudly like the perverse little man he is. His small faction has given angels a terrible reputation. We are fearsome warriors and brutal killers, yes, but we do not rape and pillage and burn—we do not hurt innocent creatures merely for entertainment or the sickening thrill of it. Angels like him were killed when I was a child. Angels with small wings were marked by a nasty scar on their faces and cast out to die. If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit.

Lulu clamped her fists together between her and Ace’s face, before barking out loud: “Ace, you're…” “Leave my husband alone!” Angel left my hand and strutted, again, towards Ace. “Mother-in-law,” she commenced, looking eye to eye with Lulu. “I respect you a lot, but I respect and love my husband more. So I would appreciate it if you didn't force me to exude a different version of me!” She concluded softly. “Hey. Don't talk to me like that, you little girl!” Lulu pleaded. “It's not my husband's fault his father thought he was better than all the other kids, okay?” Angel concluded, arching her eyebrows at mom’s frowned face.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

1 As you know, angels are at the head of the good mortal world, and demons rule the ball in hell. But the angels are not as kind as the people of the church have always made them out to be. The human race is not so important to them. And now, in their wars for our souls, they have completely forgotten about us. But people like me don't consider themselves to be ordinary people. We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live.