Angels On Assignment Novels & Stories

"The payment has been authorized. You may leave." I purse my lips and stand up. "Let's go, Arlo." Raphael turns to leave. Angels operate on Order, not Charity. They have a schedule to keep, and giving a ride to two homeless isn't on it. Angels are 'Lawful Good' on paper, but in reality? They are cold, clinical sociopaths who would let you bleed out on the sidewalk if saving you violated a protocol. I see Raphael raise a hand. He looks annoyed by Fenris's continued struggling. He's about to use force.

Angel shakes his head that Isabelle sensed something. “But?” Isabelle asked intrigued by what Angel was assigning them. “But there is something I would like the two of you can do since only you two can cloak your presence entirely.” Angel continued what he was about to tell them. “You want us to spy?” Rica guessed and Angel nodded. He even went closer to the two of them so nobody would be able to hear what he was going to assign them. “Rica, I want you to be the navigator and assist Isabelle in checking it out for you. Can I leave that task to you?” with a low whispering voice from Angel, he clearly assigned them a task that only they could do based on the level of their skill.

“No, all you told me was my brother trying to take control again, and not what you think I can do to stop him.” “I’m hoping if we get enough people onto our side that your brother will back down, but if not then I need to go to war with him. So, if that happens that I’ll need your assistant. I know what you do keeps you really busy taking care of all the dying people in the world.” “Well as time goes by and there are more life on this planet, that my father finally agreed that I could use more help. So, now I have four other angels working with me.”

That will have a lot of free snacks! My wings fluttered again, them not looking at all the same like the other angels. Many female angels donned large white and ivory wings, while mine held a hint of gold at the tips. I inched forward, only to have a few stares and their walks continued like there wasn’t a care in the world. I let out a sigh. No one was out to get me. There was no evil here out in the open with too many angels around.

***** I want the baby to grow and be good, even as a vampire, so I need to find him a good family, I fly around the city of England in my invisible form looking for a perfect family that desires a child, but it is harder than it looks, I just need a middle-class family not too rich and not to poor, I saw a church, where is best to look for a perfect family, I fly inside, I bask in its holiness, I love the holy ground, the church was empty, as I move around looking as the design of on the window, humans are really talented, I have not yet been assign to turn into a human, all Angels have to pass two tests before you because a higher rank angel, one, you have to be a guardian angel of a human

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready. The preparation was extensive. Full body waxing. Makeup applied to perfection. Hair styled. Bodies oiled until their skin gleamed. Each angel wore the same uniform: a black silk robe that would be removed the moment they entered their assigned stations. "Room assignments," announced Mistress Katrina, the club's manager....a severe woman in her fifties who ran The Obsidian with military precision. "Maya, you're in the Velvet Room tonight. We have eighteen members booked for gloryhole service between 9 PM and 2 AM. Think you can handle that?"

she asked, concerned. “No, he's a player. He likes mingling with easy Earth girls. I'd rather get my thrills from succubi.” “Isn't he supposed to find a Queen? You said as above, so below,” she says. “Yes, he's supposed to during Lent only, as I mentioned briefly before. Earth is only for missions otherwise.” “Missions?” she asks. “Starting or ending wars, creating or taking life, and steering decisions among humans.” “So do all angels and demons do missions?”

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!