Angels Reading Free Novels & Stories

A boy about five or six is lying across a woman's body, crying no Papa over and over. I break the connection with Florence, I don’t even realise I am crying until Arrow cups my face “Angel, what happened? Where did you go?” I blink a bit confused, what does he mean where did I go. I am standing where I was. “Angel you zoned out for a moment” I look at them all “I just saw what I assume was your memories” I say to the woman who is watching me looking confused.

Is he jealous? Ignoring Reed's comment, I take a step closer to the enclosure and gently knock on the glass. The angel stirs, his golden eyes fluttering open only to snap wide awake at the sight of me. He stares at me, an indescribable look in his eyes, before standing upright and gently pressing a hand against the glass where mine still rests. Warmth travels through me, blowing my hair back, and I turn to Angora, "Did you guys see that?” Angora smiles. “He is reading your aura, and it’s a match. You two are meant to be. He recognizes your kindness, Emma, and he's willing to serve you and your family."

Lila saw through it in ten seconds flat. Thirty four, rich as sin, class dripping from every gesture. She’d walked into the underground fight club where he was bleeding on the mat, handed him a silk handkerchief for his cut lip, and said, “You’re wasting talent on these animals. Come work for me.” He’d laughed. She hadn’t. Five years later, they were married. Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

Damien stumbled backward and crashed against the bookshelf, sending a couple of books falling to the floor. The door to Jacob’s study suddenly swung open and in ran Richard and Elijah, friends to Jacob and Damien. They had gathered with their girlfriends for the usual hangout at Jacob’s mansion. Damien had come later all fuming and had called Jacob aside. Richard and Elijah from Damien’s demeanor knew something was up, so when they began to hear the fracas, they rushed in. “Hey! Hey! Hold up,” Richard exclaimed, holding Damien back, while Elijah held Jacob. “You had no right!” Damien fumed.

Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott replied Angelus chorously while smiling brightly. "You know what today is and you are here watching TV?? This early hour of the day?? Who does that?? Huh??! Angelus asked Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott sternly while folding her hands and looking at them Inquisitively.

"Please, darling. I don't want you to hold back or stop… I really want you … all of you, Angel." Angel's heart shook in his chest. She was begging for him — begging for him to have her. The thought made him feel really good to his core. Taking a deep breath he whispered, "Close your eyes, Nadie, and don't open them until I say so."

Angel out of nowhere asks me, previously sitting near me and with his diaries on the table. —What thing?— I see him dirty , he moves with his head towards the ladies. I shake my head. Nerd. This is every last bit of her, all Fair, I guarantee you, even though I kind of encouraged her to do a ceasefire with Greece earlier today. Angel smiles and glances at it before murmuring, “I'm happy .” I hope it's not steamy. I wake up out of the blue to a chill down my spine, lifting my face from the pages of a Scottish folk book and wiping away the hints of saliva on my cheek and jaw.

Pulling the book out of its place, I relaxed on my bed and opened to where I had stopped reading. 'The prophecy that was told by Hebron stated that an Angel of Light will fall in love with a Dark Angel. They would be the first angels to feel extreme emotions and they would be the first angels to act on it. Those two angels would give up everything they've ever known to be with one another. In time they would bear a child, a son, that unlike ordinary angels would be a vessel that could wield forces of light and dark thus making him the strongest being to exist in the three realms.

"Just—any book that mentions angels." Her lip twitches into a smirk but there is not even a hint of amusement on her face. She clicks her tongue and the lights flicker. I take a step and whirl around as the room grows dark. Before my eyes can adjust, dozens of glowing white shapes surround me—no, hundreds of glowing white books. I hear a sharp wince following by the rustle of clothing. "These are all the texts that mention the angels." I clench my jaw hard. "All of them?"