Arcangel Haniel Novels & Stories

Mrs Garcia raised her head, looked at Mrs Carter briefly and lowered her head. "Yes, it is my fault. I blame myself because I was too ambitious and I missed the fact that Olivia was living with me and was my husband's child. She was my child too but I wanted it all for my daughter. This was my only reason for deciding to partner with a demon like you," Mrs Garcia said and Mrs Carter got furious. "How dare you. Do you know who I am?" Mrs Carter questioned making Mrs Garcia laugh.

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

“I am indeed very lucky.” Angel sipped her martini calmly. She felt her back slightly hot. Her instincts had never been wrong so far. After finishing half her martini, she looked back to see what was happening. “Hello, Angel. So, you think I'm a disgusting old goat, huh?” “Xa-Xander.”

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.

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

I closed the door again and faced her. “I will just meet Tania” We both said. She knows what my answer is because she knows what is inside of my head. My feelings and everything and it is unfair for me but I can’t do something about it. He is an archangel in disguise and it is obvious that he is higher than me. “Come and sit here,” She said. I didn’t move and I just looked at her, because I know Tania is already waiting for me.

Angel said. "Why don't you try? After all, we already know that you are the letter C in the acronym JDC," Zanaya said. I've thought about that thing too. Zanaya was not the only one who knew how to analyze things, me too, but only when intelligence touched me. Angel Cortez, this was her name. "Well, I am not surprised. Actually this is my way of introducing myself. Nice to meet you once again, Reign Lopez." After she said that, silence enveloped the whole room. Eventually we heard heavy footsteps and the voice of a man calling our names followed by another and the voice of a woman.

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

With both my arms busy holding Angela, I could not end the call. “Yeah, yeah... Just be careful because Lalaine might look like an angel, but she’s a tigress. A demon, I may say. Sorry.” “You don’t have to remind me. End the call, Catherine. End my misery,” I joked. “Right. See you tomorrow.” She ended the call. “What happened?” Sister Grace asked worriedly as if my children’s stories were not enough and opened the door wide. “Nothing. Sky is just overacting, carrying me like an injured worker,” Only Angela laughed at her own joke. “I’m fine, Sister Grace.” I nodded to greet Sister Grace and walked to her small bedroom, next to the office and Sister Grace’s bedroom.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.