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Father whispered but I said nothing. "Sorry," I mumbled, trying to steal a glance at the unbothered man behind us. He looked to be about 7ft with black hair and grey eyes, his body built. A dragon tattoo on his neck. "Great another bad boy." I thought before rolling my eyes. "Ace, this is my daughter, Angel," father said to the large man. But all Ace did was stare. He didn't say anything or move just stared at me like I was some freak.

Get out all of you now," said Shivay "So that you can continue from where you left," said everyone making him roll his eyes and Anika turn more red "Shut up" saying he shoo them away and came back to his Angel He saw her looking down, he wonder how her cheeks were still intact the way it grew red by now it should have said bye to her face but it's just into a deeper red Chuckling at his stupid thought, he held her chin and made her look up only to smirk wider "If I had known my one line would turn you this red, I would repeat this more often just to see this colour on your face Angel" saying he smirked making her jaw touch the ground

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

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.

he said and shook his head in pity. "I love him!" Angel exclaimed again. It annoyed me. I clenched my jaw and took a deep breath. "Dude, calm down" Justin chuckled. "That's an actor she's talking about" and as soon as I registered his words, I sighed in relief making the guys chuckled. "Angel! Come on, you're drunk!" I exclaimed and took a deep breath when she only laughed and flipped her middle finger at me. Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you the girl who know how to piss off boys.

Byron said slowly, he was the elf ruler of the high elves, he was the pride and joy of his people, it saddened him that he couldn't protect his people or his wife. "Ruler of the high elves..." Madeline said slowly as she looked at her father softly, her father was a king, how did he get reduced to a tailor. "Was mother a elf too.." Madeline asked she was confused about a lot of things, things she needed time to know. "No..your mother was an angel..." Byron felt a lump in his heart, he could do anything to be with his Reyna. Angel!! Elf!!! Then what was she, and elf angel or elgel.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Even though all I want to do is run and scream. I know males can be real assholes, I know there are a lot that never mate. They just whore themselves around. Tate was different. I was so damn sure of it. Clearly what I think and feel is for shit. My instincts failed me big time. “Not long,” I manage to say, as several others come out of the room and leave. “Harlow this is Ash Black, I believe you’ve met a good bit of his family, including his sons,” Angel says, as the male holds out his hand.

Two of the couches faced each other while the third couch was facing the desk. Five minutes later, a tall burly man in his mid fifties walked in with two young men following close behind. The tall man sat down on the couch opposite Leonardo and one of his companions sat down beside him. The tall burly man was Carlos Nicoletti and the young man beside him was his son, Adrian Nicoletti. Adrian was a tall, handsome man, he looked just like his dad except he was more brawny and his hair was completely brown while his dad's hair was mostly grey.

My brother is too young to have a daughter like you. "What the hell looks suspicious to you, Angelica?" asks a man coming from the living room to the side of her, putting his hands around my aunt's waist and giving me a friendly smile that makes me sigh. Literally and audibly, "Give her a chance, I don't think she has some malevolent motive for this. And besides, she's looks just like Lion." As Angie takes a closer look at me, I can't do anything else besides stare at the man. His brown eyes are warm, his red lips are somewhat feminine, but in contrast to his strong jawline they don't look it.