Anthony Angel Novels & Stories

~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣 "𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘...𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒~~ 𝐿'𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒

She apologized as she handed the card over and watched his slender, artistic hands untie the ribbon with swift elegance. Watching him, Elena’s thoughts couldn’t help but drift slowly again. Could a man so gentle as Angel truly keep quiet as his brother got involved in such a business as dangerous as raiding mafia gangs? Angel was an artist in a wheelchair, but before then, he was a family man. She could sense how much family meant to him with how he was with his niece, strict, yet caring. And with Salvatore, he felt at home. So why? Why? Why? Elena shook her head. Forcing her thoughts to behave. At least while she was here. In front of two pairs of scrutinizing stranger eyes.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

- I say “We’re here” - she squeezes my hand. We pay the van driver and we walk to the door. “Hi, Angel” - I say placing a soft kiss on the cheek of the bouncer. “Hey Beth, just the two of you today?” - he asks “Stacey is calling her brother, he’s meeting us here” - I say “Haven’t seen him yet” - he tells me and I smile. “Hi, Angel” - Stace says giving Angel a little hug.

He seem more anger and beyond pacifying. " Welcome. Boss won't be seeing anyone now, however. You should go back. Words will come out when he is awake " " Awake Marco? Awake from what! Death? " Antonio asked angrily. He rub his temple for sometimes and glare on. " Do you know how much the organization has lost just because we have no boss? " " We have boss Antonio. He is Maximo Santino! " " Well call him out then " Antonio said sarcastically. " Call Maximo Santino out and let him shows his might. He isn't there for the workers who lost their lives a month ago when konstantin Dmitri came to bombed them.