Angels Fallen 2020 Cast Novels & Stories

She shut her eyes. "How much for the oranges?". A sexy velvet voice inquired. Joni's eyes flew open and widened in shock as she stared at the person in front of her. He wasn't just a person but a drop dead gorgeous fallen angel with gray eyes and a shock of black hair. He was dressed in a white button down shirt, black jeans and... She bent her head to look under the table. White designer sneakers. "Miss?". The fallen angel frowned and snapped his fingers in front of her face making her jump.

A powerful one. "Is that...?" Verenya whispered. I watched the falling light twist and spin toward the earth, glowing with heat and glory and sorrow. Feathers burned to gold. Grace unraveling in a firestorm. A fallen angel. Falling... not randomly. Falling toward Seralyn Keep. I smiled slowly and glanced at my sister goddess. "Interesting," I murmured. "Another piece on the board." Verenya arched a brow. "Yours?" "Oh no," I said, smirking. "I haven't touched the angels in centuries. This one's falling by choice."

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Damien's POV How could he be so foolish? Inviting an angel to Hell was not only dangerous, but unheard of. When the angel king had stepped into the castle, the wave of pure energy was almost nauseating. However he couldn't help but admit that he enjoyed it. After the male had left, Damien deeply regretted his choice in words. Upon first seeing Ashton, he was mesmerized by the angel's beauty. He had been told by various guards that Heaven's heir was a sight to behold, but he wasn't expecting this. With an annoyed grunt, Damien collapsed on his plush bed. Every moment that passed, he continued to curse himself for attempting to maintain his reputation. It wasn't his original intentions to cont

Sean asked frantically. "Mommy! Why did you suddenly fall?!" Harriet screamed in tears. The quiet breakfast turned messy. Angel was about to explain the reason she fell. Her legs were difficult to move and her two hands that were still holding the plate suddenly lost all strength. Yes, that's what Angel wanted to explain, but no sound could come out of her mouth. Let alone the voice, Angel couldn't even move her lips at all. What happened to her? Angel could only look at Sean and Harriet in turn. The two people she loved the most in this world were crying her him.

Angela POV Ten Years Later The waves crashing against the Santa Barbara shore filled the quiet of the late afternoon. I sat in a lounge chair by the beach, sunglasses on, wide-brimmed hat pulled low, a scarf covering part of my face. I didn’t want anyone recognizing me—not now, not here. The sea breeze brushed my face, but it couldn’t chase away the restlessness gnawing at my mind. The tablet on my lap lit up, showing the news that had been haunting me. The headline glared back: “Rising Star Angela Jones Lands Lead Role Thanks to Special Relationship with Director Edward Kane.”

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

Furthermore, she always felt that this woman's appearance was very familiar. It seemed that Bertha had met her somewhere before, but Bertha was not impressed at all. Fallon, nineteen years old, is a bit young, but she is already a famous actress in the entertainment world. Angel has never cooperated with Fallon, she suddenly came here, probably not a good thing. "Miss. Fallon, is something wrong with you?" Although Bertha did not return Fallon's handshake, she still seemed to smile elegantly, and she did not feel embarrassed.

She is pure, sensitive, loving, and kind; she means no harm to any creature, good or bad, believing everyone deserves a chance. My father, Bernael the Fallen, followed Lucifer on his fall from grace. Bernael, known throughout Heaven and Hell as the Fallen Angel of Darkness and Evil; his only care rests on his love for death and destruction, pain and agony; nothing else holds any place in his heart, not even me, it seems. My Mother, heartbroken discovering the truth surrounding the man she loved, refused to speak of him with me. Only sharing that he was evil itself and we had to stay hidden for our safety.

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.