Anthony Angel Novels & Stories

Instead she spoke calmly. “So I'm here to ask you to protect me and my brother. You're the reason we are now a target for gang wars.” “No.” I refused immediately. Her face fell. She came closer. “Why?” “First, you owe me more than enough. I'm not about to add more when you can't pay the ones you owe,” I said simply. Angel lowered her eyes. She looked so dejected yet I wasn't moved. Such tactics wouldn't work on me. “If that's all, then leave.”

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

bizarre. Despite all that, he continued to shower me with candy and flowers, his way of trying to soothe my frustrations. It was sweet, but I was still furious. He kept insisting that I return to the club, that nothing would happen again. Finally, I decided to call him. “Angel,” he answered on the second ring, his deep, rich voice like milk chocolate. “I need you to stop telling other employers not to hire me,” I demanded. “No,” he replied, so simply, so confidently.

“And I do not aim for that to change for as long as I live, neonata.” “I aim for you to be with me until our last breaths. As you are the angel that was sent to me to pull me out of the depth of darkness that I knew. Something that I am going to forever be thankful for,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck. I let my lips linger there on her sweet spot for a second too long before I leaned toward her earlobe. “I am in love with you, Lea Auditore. Deeply, utterly, and obsessively fucking in love with you, my gorgeous neonata…”

Each time Pamela wronged her, Angelina killed her. The mafia Don was surprised when he heard Angel's confessions. He has never seen that murderous look in her eyes before. She didn't look like an innocent angel anymore. Instead, she looked like an Angel of death. As though she was ready to kill anyone who gets in her way. The mafia Don let her hand go and instead held her face. “ It hurts so fucking bad, uncle. It hurts.” Angelina whispered but loud enough for Xavier to hear. She closed her eyes and more tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I never liked that guy, Zina. From the first meeting, something about him didn’t sit right with me. And when you told me he was your mate, I wanted to be happy for you, but something was iffy. I didn’t want to ruin your joy, so I kept quiet. But now, if he did take that money and run, I promise you, he will pay. He’ll vomit every cent of it, and then he’ll spend a very long time behind bars.” I knew D’Angelo. He meant every word. His reputation for being ruthless was well-earned, especially after the betrayal by his former beta, Leo, which had led to Grey’s death. Since then, D’Angelo had become even more merciless, unwilling to spare anyone who crossed him. A part of me wanted to make excu

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

I had to remind myself that the woman was my wife’s mother to prevent myself from strangling her. “So, this is the daughter that you were protecting against me?” Anthony asked, stopping Ariana from saying a word. She turned to look at her husband who was raging “the daughter that you chose to stay with, away from your son, is the daughter that you actually wanted to kill. A mother of your grandchildren? Would the same thing be for Donatello if Domenico asks for it?” “Anthony…”

Maybe I could make an excuse after one song. “What’s your name?” he suddenly asked, staring straight into my eyes. He has blue ocean eyes too, just like Lucifer. Maybe it’s really common in their family to have those pretty eyes. He has thick eyebrows too but he has a scar on his left cheek. “I-I’m Angela, Angela Santos is my name, y-your highness…” I noticed a playful smile on his face. “You can just call me Cleoffe.”