Angels Tea Room Novels & Stories

Angel replied with a smile. "You are a talented writer. I'm sure your book will be as good as the previous one." Anne said while squeezing Angel's shoulder. Angel saw that Anne also drank a glass of mineral water, then she spoke again. "Oh, can mommy ask something from you?" "Of course, mom." "Okay, let's go to my room." Anne pushed Angel's wheelchair into her room. Angel looked around the room. This is indeed Angel's house, and she deliberately made this room for guests who will stay overnight. Angel never imagined that Anne would occupy this room for a long time.

Wait, who even was her? What's my name? The Angel of Death was sitting at the lobby of the hospital, his wings uncomfortable with how the chair was designed. At his side was the furball, Kegawa that he likes to call Kedama. They were waiting for the machines to beep, for the flatlines to show on the monitor. He looks up at the clock and he smiled. Any moment now, he thought. "Oi, Keisuke. I thought they succeeded?" the furball asked him. "Why are we here waiting for the Seven Souls?"

And after being cleared by the immigration authorities, there was a man dressed in a blue suit, with red roses in his hands, waiting to take Cordelia to her new hostel in school. In a bid to get drunk, get high and forget her worries, Cordelia instructed the driver to take her to the biggest bar in town. The driver took her to the Fainting goat, the biggest bar in town. With loud music, bouncers and hookers surrounding the bar, it was easy to tell that it was a very busy place. Cordelia stepped into the bar and sat at the first free seat in front of the bartender that she could find. “Welcome to the Fainting Goat”.

She forced a smile. “How do you find your room?” She wondered, pulling the typical hospitable stunt. I returned the smile. “It soothes my soul.” “Can I help you?” “Hmm.” She hummed and took a glance at her papers clipped to the board. “You are required to join us in a few minutes. Room 5, just behind the receptionist.” “Sure. I’ll be there!” I assured, and started closing the door so she would leave on her own. The ick had began. I hated this, but it didn't matter. I had to meet Angel halfway. The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

When Xavier heard that he could reach Monique, he hurried over to Cindy excitedly, “You know where she is?” “Yes, but it’s not convenient to talk here. Let’s find a place to chat,” Cindy walked forward after saying that, while Xavier followed behind her. … On the 23rd floor of Marriott Tower, Angel was alone in the office. When Daddy saw that Mommy was not in the office, he asked her where she went. Angel said that Mommy went to Mansion Coffee, so he headed over.

We laughed more every other days and have fun with Hailey at school. “I’ve never done these things before,” Angelo suddenly said while we are on the school building’s rooftop to see the golden sunset. The golden light seems like a phone filter touching our skin. Everything looks golden and beautiful, everything the sun’s light touches. “What things?” I asked and tried looking at him. He climbed up on the barrier that I almost freaked out. Gladly, I remembered he isn’t human. “Making fun of people,” he answered. Hailey copied him and sat on it raising both her feet playing with them.

Known for her composed demeanor and calculating mind, Angela had chosen the popular Yggdrasil Café as the perfect venue to gather like-minded royals and dignitaries for informal discussions on Aeternum’s progress. The café, with its elegant glass windows and flourishing ivy, was abuzz with its usual morning crowd. However, one table in the corner stood out. Crown Princess Angela, seated with her usual poise, sipped her chamomile tea as she addressed the gathering of foreign dignitaries.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Damien answered with a smile, his silver eyes glowing faintly. "Likewise your highness, make I know why you called for me." Byron asked cautiously he did not want to offend this seemingly nice man. "Oh it's nothing much...have a sit.." Callous drew out the chairs for them, as he poured red tea in their cups. Byron's eyes darkened a little, as an elf he should know what this red tea signifies. "Help yourselves....." Byron nodded but did not touch it, he became very cautious around Damien.