Angels On Assignment Novels & Stories

Mr Carter said and Ethan acknowledged Andrews's greetings with a nod. They all exited Olivia's apartment and locked it. They all sat in Andrews's car and headed for the company. The drive was made in silence as each one prayed for the safety of Olivia. "God, I recently got to know you. The preacher man said to me; Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full. This is the scripture he read to me. So, God, this is my first request, please keep Olivia safe and help us find her," Mr Carter prayed

“Why is it so hard to get angels?” “Most of them are assigned other tasks, like protecting individuals. Some of them never leave Heaven because they have duties there. It’s just complicated. These are creatures who have been around since the dawn of time, so they already have assignments they tend to. We’re asking them to do something different,” Ivy shrugged. “They don’t like different.” Rider put it bluntly.

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.

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

“Because I have found my fated and true mate. If she chooses me, she will be the Luna. I don’t wish to have any relations with you, and I hope I’m making that abundantly clear.” The packhouse exhaled, as one does when someone finally says the obvious out loud. Not a cheer; not that moment. Just a quiet, collective good. Across the table, Banks looked like she wanted to slow-clap and also stab someone with a cake fork. Sean, birthday Omega, stared with the wide eyes of a man about to enjoy drama against his will. Angel’s smile changed. Not smaller—sharper. The kind that shows canine without showing teeth. “Well, lucky for you,” she said, “the Council has assigned me here, so I don’t have a ch

He was just telling me what I believed. I turned my face a little to meet his eyes. The mischievous grin on his face was long gone. He looked serious. The serious look on his face made me gulp hard in nervousness. "God sent the angels with a message. God loved the way the Spirituals obeyed God's every single order without any questions. They were the most obedient creatures. Just like the angles. Well, just like all the angels were supposed to be. But God never liked to leave anyone alone. God didn't want the Spirituals to live alone too. He wanted them to mate just like the others." Angel Gabriel added in a low tone while staring into my eyes. And I was staring into his eyes. I just couldn'

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

“You’re the command line. The root. You’re not just a weapon, Noa. You’re the key.” Alessio’s grip tightened on Noa’s arms. “Angel, look at me.” Noa’s breath shattered. “I can’t be this. I can’t.” “You’re not alone in this.” “I could destroy everything.” “Then we’ll destroy it together.” Before Noa could answer, a new message pinged on Alessio’s phone. A video file. A familiar voice speaking. Alessio’s father. I’ve left you a gift, my sons. The first of the angels is already on his way to you. And he’s been told to kill whoever stands beside you.

With this devil who knew every weakness she had. “You are soaking,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.” “You.” “Not yet.” He stood. She dropped to her knees, watching as he stripped. Shirt. Pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. He stroked himself slowly while she stared, hunger twisting deep. “You are too perfect for your own good,” he said. “I missed you, kitten.” “You are going to ruin me again.” “Without question.” He stepped closer. “But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.”

When Koda and Layla left, we walked them outside and Layla introduced us to the two angels who would be watching over our house. Kemuel and Ramiel are both very handsome angels, and they look like fierce warriors. I’m glad to have them guarding the house. Now I don’t have to sleep with one eye open.