Angels Tea Room Novels & Stories

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.

Angel said, smiling. “She deserves to be happy” Angel whispered nodding towards Tiana who was throwing daggers at Angel in turn. I rolled my eyes, grabbing the drunken Tiana by her waist and walking towards my suite. One last glance at Angel, I noticed she was barefoot with a jug of water in her hand and a shy smile on her face. She noticed my nervousness but gestured, zipping her lips, nodding to take care of the drunken Tiana.

Adrian smiled at the maitre d when he arrived at Delight restaurant. It was an upscale restaurant that he often used for his dates, he had taken a lot of women to the restaurant. He headed towards his usual spot and he saw Chiara already sitted at the table. He noticed the purple jumpsuit and the black boots she was wearing. "Good evening, Chiara." He pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

"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.

10 I sipped my drink and raised my eyes to check out a couple sitting in front of me and making out without breaking the climax in the private cabin. I swear it had been 15 minutes we reached down the town’s expensive restaurant - afforded by these rich brats- called, ‘The Angels’ and I hadn’t seen Eliana and Ryan detaching from each other for a split second, they looked like two horny teenagers ready to have scandalous public sex. I straightway lowered my gaze and pushed my attention to something else like my wedding ring which I hadn’t taken off yet, and now I believed I should’ve taken action regarding it.

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.

Alpha Angelo got out of bed, he wore his cloak and walked to the door. “What brings you so early to my room Beta Dagon?” Alpha Angelo asked before opening his eyes fully. He knotted his brows when he looked around, but he couldn't see anyone around. He stepped outside his room and the sweet aroma of cinnamon tea invited him to the dining room. “The breakfast is ready so early,” he murmured as he walked towards the dining room. His jaws dropped open with his raised brows. Alpha Angelo blinked repeatedly and cleared his throat then asked, “Omega Lily what brings you here this early in the morning?”

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?"

I shivered, thinking about how I shared that part of me with Adam. Walking through the golden double doors adorned with colored sea pearls, we entered the Tea Room. It was decorated with light pink couches, small crochet doilies, pictures of flowers that grew by the sea. Several boxes of exotic teas, creamers, and sugars decorated the table. None of this caught my eye, like a certain someone standing in the corner.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.