Anthony Angel Novels & Stories

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.

I'm almost banging my head on the table from the sleep they're giving me. I'm longing to go home. I'm curious to see Angel. Dominic texted me to let me know that Angel was gay and that if I dared do anything to hurt Angel, he would kill me. I just want to laugh. Frankly, I've grown up. I'm not the stupid pup I used to be, but I don't know if Angel holds any grudges against me. For me, it's water under the bridge. Angel being gay makes me want to laugh. It must be an effect of a European education. I have nothing against it, the pack has several gay members, but for my brother to feel the need to warn me, he must be a crazy faggot. I'm still going to laugh a lot about this because I refuse to

"You want me to leave?Come on, I am your sweet brother, be nicer,you dark hair devil” He looked up from his little act and found Anthonio glaring at him unimpressed. "Fine, fine," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm leaving. No need to get all worked up." He turned on his heel and started to walk away. Anthonio wanted to take a step forward then Damon spoke again. “You act like she is the next Diana”. Angela never heard of that name,but whosoever that was, had a huge effect on Mr Anthonio ,she could feel his hands shaking after that statement.

“I take it that you two know each other?” “Not in the slightest, this is simply an ancient angelic greeting.” Mischief licked down the Addict’s throat, and the Addict shuddered. Mischief snorted. “Of course I know him. This is Anthony. He was one of the mightiest and cleverest warriors in Angel World.” Anthony rested his head on Mischief’s shoulder, hunching his shoulders. “I would not be trapped here if that were true.”

And yet now, after two innocent encounters with one forbidden redhead, he found himself risking everything. If my father finds out I'm fraternizing with the enemy, he'll skin me alive, Layon realized, yet a part of him was even angrier at himself for thinking of Angel as the enemy. She was just as much a victim of her father's actions as his father had been, if not more so. Lester Silverdale was stronger than ever, his legacy almost secured, and he never spoke of Axel. Yet Angel was clearly struggling every day to make ends meet, emotionally and physically drained.

But now it was definitely NOT the time to start dreaming about something that was not for him, but instead he should start thinking how on earth he should get out of the bloody mess he had found himself in at the moment! His reputation was that of a ruthless and cunning leader, giving him the ice cold nickname ¨Angelo della morte¨ (Angel of death) for people who disobeyed or betrayed him and tonight it looked like that the Angelo della morte had to fly once again….. A short while ago As the sun began to set over the city, Alessandro was walking

Until now, nothing has changed in his behavior because he always wants to be the one to do what he wants. "Bro, let her go," said Angelo, who was behind me. Anthony looked at Angelo, and it was obvious to him that he was already drunk. "And who do you think you are to command me?" Anthony asked Angelo arrogantly. "Wow," Angelo said softly. I immediately turned to him and signaled to him not to argue with Anthony. I've known Anthony for a very long time, and even though five years have passed, I'm sure his attitude is still the same. He's still a war freak.

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

She is fucking sexy as hell. *** Angel I get out of the changing room with my phone in my hand. I am texting Riley, telling him how the detention went. I put my hand on my waist and sigh in impatience. Where the fuck is Josh? I cross my arms and look around. He is late! As usual! Josh is my gym buddy. We became friends in the gym. He is a twenty-year-old college student. I lift my head, and my eyes meet grey ones. Ace is staring at me with darkened eyes. He gives me a smile, which I don't return.

"Take another step, and you'll soon see blood." Anthony stopped in his tracks right away. "Don't hurt her! I'll give you anything you want! You can have money or even power. Just let go of her!" "Money? Power?" Jolene sounded like she had just heard a joke. "A nobody like you can't give me anything like that." The look in her eyes turned cold as she pointed at the snowy ground in front of her. "I want you to kneel in front of me!" Anthony was taken aback. "Is this really what you want? I'm warning you, my men are on their way here." Anthony was the eldest son of the Corleone family and the Capo of the Hoover District. He would only kneel to the Don and God.