Angels Tea Room Novels & Stories

I was ready to take off when I heard the shuffling of feet and rustling of leaves behind me. The bushes parted and out stepped an... angel. An angel of death, with huge black wings and a grin that took me to heaven and hell all at once. Another Dragon Shifter… how could that be?

I replied defensively. "Okay, let me know how that works out for you," he said, shaking his head with a smile. "Hello, sorry for the wait. What can I get you two?" "I will take a regular hot coffee with sugar and what would you like, Angel?" Damien asked me. "Can I have a cup of herbal tea, please?" I asked. "Sure.” The waitress smiled politely. She told us the price, and Damien handed the girl his card to pay. After, we sat in a booth while we waited patiently.

It had to, she couldn't fail at this. The better a busy town and took an alley and all she could see were fish shops After driving by five shops the car finally came to a stop. KASKOVIT'S FISH MARKET That was the name of the shop they stopped at. Anna opened her door and exited the car and stood beside it and waited for him to at least say something. She could t follow him to every place that he went without no explanation. "This way ", he said as he opened the door of the shop.

She had always wondered because they were so close, like brothers. “It has been a really long time, they are both very old family friends” Amelia didn’t even realized they were already there, the posh restaurants was richly designed and… empty. Xavier opened the car door for her, leading her out, her jaw practically dropped to the floor. “Oh my God”. Everything was made of glass, glittering, mini water springs designing the place, red flowers spread on the path they were to follow. “Why are there no other customers” she wondered aloud, for a place this posh, many would be selling their property to even spend and hour here- it was that unique and captivating.

“Or am I not allowed to use our bathroom?” “Of course you are.” Angel only stared at him, and he stepped back for her to enter the bathroom. Going to the dining, he turned off the candles and packed up the food. The only thing he ate today was at lunch. But his appetite was gone. Returning to the room, he knocked on the bathroom door and entered inside. Angel was in a stall. The water rained down on her, but she wasn’t washing up. He watched for a few more minutes before heading towards her.

She answered and shrugged it off. They arrived at the Chinese tea restaurant and spa. Kendrick led Angela in and they sat at a table, Kendrick ordered some tea and biscuits for them. “The place looks expensive, you made it sound plain.” Angela said. “It is plain, have you seen the new one in Alama city?” He said. “I’d rather buy a simple tea, so I don’t visit these big tea restaurants.” Angela laughed. “You should try it there too.” Kendrick said. When the tea and biscuits came, Angela took a sip and almost threw up, she felt nauseous, her pregnancy wouldn’t let her drink this. “Are you alright? You don’t like the tea?” Kendrick asked with concern. “It’s okay, it’s fine.” Angela tried to sup

The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.

I was a regular customer so they both knew my love life was pretty pathetic so this was unusual. "Awww aren't you funny Frankie" I called back at the chef as he looked through the kitchen hatch while I was sliding into the corner booth with Emmett. Angela placed a mug on the table and filled it with black coffee. "Your usual?" She asked. "Yes please and you handsome?" She turned to Emmett a sly smirk danced on her lips. "The usual?" He looked at me. "Eggs and bacon" I answered. "Perfect. Same please." He added turning to Angela

Didn’t he pass these places every morning? What stopped him from getting his own order? Dexter clearly saw himself as some mini god. And now I had to hurry so I could read his schedule by eight. That meant I had barely thirty minutes. “Are you going out?” Angel asked from her desk. “Yeah. Angel, do you happen to know where Sammy’s Sandwich Shop is?” “Ummm… yeah. It’s on Spring Mountain Road.” “Spring Mountain Road?”My voice came out louder than intended. Several staff members looked up.

Angel’s POV Back when Angel used to come here—years ago—with Federico and Bianca, his childhood friends, they’d once snuck behind the counter. Drunk and laughing. And they had found it. A slim metal door that led to the alley. Half opened. They had been young and stupid back then. And now, he needed that escape route. He pushed the bar’s door open. The soft ring of the bell above him sounded louder than it should have. Only two people were inside.