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This was not how soon they were planning to fight the Angel. "So, he chose me after all," Tenshi muttered. "Oh, you're done so quick, Pika." The Arcangel Pika opened his eyes and stared at the ice blue eyes of his nemesis, the Angel of Death. He hates those dull eyes of Keisuke, they were too cold he can't stand them. "Well I beat him up like you told me to do, didn't I? Plus! You said I can do whatever I like," he told the Angel of Death, his voice sounding annoyed that he was talking to him.

Angel One thing that I hate more than pink is Monday. I'm not a morning person, and the beeping of my alarm is annoying me as hell. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Shut! Beep! The! Beep! Fuck! Beep! Up!

Jeremy asked reading a lot of resentment in Ethan's reply. "The day you quit your college behaviour," Ethan replied. "Ethan, that is enough don't you think? It was just a one-time mistake I made must you relate every circumstance to it?" Jeremy asked irritated "One time you say? I didn't know you have dementia as part of your disease," Ethan replied with traces of anger in his voice. "Ethan, you have one more time to insult me and you will meet my fist," Jeremy warned. "Better get your fist ready to meet my claws because I am just warning up you douchebag," Ethan said facing Jeremy squarely.

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We were both happily conversing when the girls enter. Amira is my mate’s younger sister. She is so lovely and kind. We’ve been friends since I arrived, and she also has a friend named Angel. They are both pleasant, sweet, and helpful to me. I’m always struck by how different she is from my mate. They are diametrically opposed to one another. "Hi, Mia," Her voice is delicate and heavenly. "Good day, Amira! Hello there, Angel." I extend my greetings to them. Angel has a pleasant sense about her, as if she is with her.

"Where have you been Angel? Your mom was looking for you anxiously because you disappeared a long time ago." Rain bumped into Angel at the end of the corridor, he immediately followed Angel's steps and smiled softly. "You must be exploring again without permission." Angel's cheeks flushed red. Rain is her friend from childhood because their parents are close neighbors. The man might think of Angel as his younger sister, but for Angel, Rain was more than that. Rain was always there for her and Angel probably had more feelings for him. Unfortunately, Rain still seemed to treat Angel as a child, as his younger sister … and that's one of the things that made Angel hate her childlike appearance.

AUTHOR'S POV Staring in the distance, Ana's mind had been travelling to all sort of memories. ' You shouldn't have done this, Angel! ' That's what, Beast said that night. He called her with nickname Angel and a week ago, at the cemetry, Damon Alvarado called her by the same name. Was the really a coincidence? Her head had been pounding. What was happening? She couldn't understand. This Beast was getting inside her mind and was not letting her think anything else.

Chapter eleven: Poison and antidote Beta Miles POV I think thoroughly as my mate's words replayed in my ears. As much as it sounded somewhat appealing, I didn't just want to believe it. Don't get me wrong, she's pretty, fierce and has the complete attributes of a Luna but such things rarely exist, a rogue and an Alpha? What kind of connection is that? "Baby, are you there?" Angel awakens me from my reverie by waving her hand across my face, she has a worried expression on her face and I smile, assuring her that all was well.

When ever Maree talking about it, he had a smirk on his face that obviously said “ I told you so” Now on a normal day Angel was a beauty to behold. She had the body shape of a Coca-Cola bottle. When ever she walked her hips swayed to an unheard song, she walked in calculated steps , a born stepper. Her hair was the color of dark chocolates which somewhat made it hard for one to know if she had a black hair or she was a brunette. Her eyes which was coffee brown, danced with a glint of coolness but wary. Due to the way she was brought up, she grew up some what paranoid. She had a nose that could make girls want a nose surgery as her pouty lips made her have a bitch face when she was pissed

I started the sketch with her gorgeous eyes, all their fire and sadness. “We have to check on my Angel,” Stormy barked for the tenth time. I also wanted to make sure she was okay. Yet, differently from my wolf, I understood that smothering her would only make her feel uncomfortable and drive her away. Angeline was a force of nature, like thunder, wildfire. She was born to be free. That was one of the things that made me drawn to her. “We will, soon,” I told my impatient wolf.