Angels Are Jealous Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not that anyone could blame me. Hatred is the only emotion I hold for the other race we call angels. They live on the surface, and like every monster, they love the taste of our skin on their tongue. Humans are high on their menu, and plenty of people I know have died at the hands of this monstrous creature. Rumors even say an angel might have eaten my sister, so I hold no compassion for the larger species.

Heaven murmured. "Yea….something fishy is going on," I whispered back to her. "Why did we feel jealous about Angel having a crush on Derrick…?" I asked Heaven. "Just the mere of her eyeing Derrick….makes me wanna crush and tear her apart," Heaven spit bitterly. "Yes…but easy Angel has done no wrong," I tried calming possessive Heaven down. I won't lie that it hurt and I can feel my throat burns as I watch Angel talk about Derrick in that expression. "I have to behave myself…. I can't be possessive of someone that I knew nothing about and of all people is Nicholas's twin brother," I mumbled.

Mark intervened, but Angel refused to budge, determined to prevent Mark from touching Mint. "No, I won't. She's not going to die from a sprained ankle, is she? If she is hurt badly then she should be sent to the hospital. I won't allow you to touch her." "Why are you acting this way?" Angel turned back to face him, her heart hammering in her chest. Mark pressed on, "You are being possessive as my what... ?" Angel struggled to find the words to respond. She hadn't even realized that she was feeling jealous at that moment.

But reverse is the case for me,because I was the youngest of all the angels and believe me, I am also the cutest of them, mother Creator always have me in her bossom, and when it was time for me to join a department, mother Creator was against it, she insisted that I should be left alone, and do anything I wish to do. When I clocked a millennium, the Supreme chased me away from mother creator bossom, the Supreme is a jealous type and when He sees that I was the only one mother Creator was devoting all her time into, he used the excused that I’m now of age to be free from mother Creator’s bossom. Tho all the angels still refer to me as the little one, i doubt if they even remember my real nam

Through him, she became changed . More .' 'A Demon?' I asked. He tapped the cigarette on the side of the ashtray. 'Humans can't become Demons, only Angels can. No, my father gave her a gift, one that he stole from them . You see, in their vault, the Angels keep all manner of shady things. Some people think they're real and have spent lifetimes searching for them. Most think they're nothing but myths and legends. These things have been woven into stories over time, until you think well, that just can't be true, can it? If you start investigating the possibility that it might not be fiction, the trail will lead you down so many paths, that you'll have no idea which one to take and get so total

"You don't know what you are saying. You can't die! You swore!" I sighed. I looked at Cassy seriously and shook my head. I wanted to fight, too. I wanted to be with her and spent the rest of my life with her, but I can’t wage a war I’ve already lost from the beginning. Even if our whole clan came together we would not be able to defeat the angels. They are the highest creatures God has ever brought to this world. What are we? We’re just flies hanging around their playground. And, I cannot afford to shed blood, with my sisters on the loose.

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

Zane pointed out. “True,” the other blond man admitted. “The myth about this place had ous curios, and we decided to get here early. I see the myth is true. There are angels walking amongst mortals in this place,” he added, looking at Ava with an appreciative look. Ava looked back at him with uninterested eyes. He might be a blond hunk of yum, but she had Zane. Other men were like beautiful silk flowers when you have the real living plant to enjoy. They could never compare.

My eyes water, and I try to turn my face away, but he just pulls me into a tight hug, snuggling me into his body, leaning my head against his chest, where I can hear his heart beating fast, so fast it feels painful. “I'm sorry.” I say, with trembling lips. This is my fault. “For what? You didn't do anything wrong, Angel.” I did it, and shouldn't be feeling this way about something so silly…. don't want to go through this again…. I really shouldn't be feeling this stupid jealousy that's squeezing my throat and making my stomach twist. Jealousy. I'm jealous of Julian. Feeling possessive about him. This doesn't make any sense and I hate, hate myself for it.

"You have been charged with many crimes, the major crime being that you defied God and led a war against him, endangering humans and breaking the heavenly rules. You are also charged with 100 counts of murder, 1 count of kidnapping, 20 counts of unsolicited visiting to the human world, & 5 counts of Blasphemy. How do you plead?" The world of angels is often seen as a place of divine beauty, serenity, and protection. However, behind the scenes, the true power of these supernatural beings lies in their ability to govern and control the realms of existence. The intensity of their gaze made it clear that I was to pay attention to them and not the stone guardians.