Angels Of Death Rachel Mga Nobela at Kwento

another voice adds. “It was Rachel” I swallowed hard “she tried to kill me” my voice is a little stronger “Where is she now?” “Dead” at least I think so. “Good” I blinked repeatedly to clear my hazy vision “And-And Rafael” His brows frowned. “Who is that?”

Following his finger direction, Rachel muttered, “oh, she’s at the dessert shop? Nodding his head quickly Rapheal responded and blushed. “Alright. Hope you are not injured? She asked him. Instead of replying to her, Rapheal stared at Rachel and asked, “are you a fallen angel? Rachel who was about to say something choked on her words as she stared at him speechlessly. “Fallen angel? She asked with pursed lips. “Yes beautiful lady, mummy said angels are in heaven, so if you are here, it means you are a fallen angel”. He said with a childish voice, making her giggle. “Oh my God! You are so cute”. Rachel exclaimed and pinched his cheeks making him blush.

Alice quickly explained to Rachel. A show? Lol, How can someone that set her up three days ago suddenly have an impromptu show? Rachel knew that she was probably waiting for Araceli’s death. Well sorry to disappoint you, Araceli is really dead and this is me, Rachel, in her body and I'm not as gentle and meek as her. “No, Rachel. It's fine, I understand b.” Rachel replied as she choked. Ace quickly brought a glass of water for his sister and fed it to her while Alice patted her back gently.

she thought with a smile. "Now I just have to make sure he doesn't find anything incriminating out," she said and fetched her phone and started typing away. At the penthouse, Andrews went to see Mr Carter. "Do we need to act now?" he asked "What is the latest news?" he asked "Ethan knows, Olivia is dead," he reported

I’ve been told that there’s a woman who so much looks like the b1tch I had paid someone to kill. It looks like that the moment Jordan laid eyes on her he had convinced himself that she is the b1tch. I’ve got to hand it to him. He had never believed that his beloved Rachel Hamilton died in that accident. His Rachel. Yewck! Just thinking about that one press conference he did where he had referred to her as “My Rachel” has made me throw the meal I am about to have without even eating it. The bitter taste my mouth got made me lose my appetite.

Thankfully, to prevent the subsequent noise that would emerge from jumping inside, Rachel quickly pulled a few sacks for me to step on so I could easily finish my task. Once it was all taken care of, Rachel sunk to her feet and let out strangled cries. She still struggled to keep her whimpering to a minimum but it seemed as though strength almost complete abandoned her that instant. Kneeling down beside her, I ran my hand over her hair, “I’m so fucking sorry.” I whispered and pulled her toward me. Her shoulder began shaking uncontrollably against my body and she made no attempt to look up at me for a few second. When she did, all she managed to mumble was, “We’re going to die in here.”

I nodded. “I know you are now aware of supernatural beings. And you’ve stumbled into some ability of your own,” she glanced at me to make sure I was following. “Well, even fewer people know about the existence of the angels. And an even fewer number of people interact with them. But you, Rachel, you have been chosen by a few of us to fulfill a calling.” She paused as I soaked in everything she was saying. “Us?” I asked her.

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

“Apparently, she's already killed a lot of warriors.” “You should be more impressed by the information I found out,” Jace said calmly. “Miss Angelicca has apparently killed a large number of werewolves. That's what I find truly remarkable about her. Honestly, that's more than enough reason for me not to hesitate to remain under her command.” The group continued their journey, their footsteps echoing softly along the road. As they walked from one destination to another, Angelicca remained the center of their conversation. The warriors exchanged stories, rumors, and personal opinions about the woman leading them. Some spoke of her overwhelming strength, while others discussed the tales they ha