Novel & Cerita Arcangel Miguel Tattoo

Here I thought his tattoos were only on his hands but turns out it wasn't only them. His back was full of tattoos but one caught my attention in particular, it looked like an Angel that's on its knees, the wings looked broken and above it were two hands, holding one another tightly with the word brother written underneath them and above the Angel… the fallen angel. Ray loved his brothers more than I could ever imagine, to the point where he tattooed his own body with a constant reminder of it. Something I could never have unless it's Malia we are talking about. Alana, focus.

It almost didn't make sense, as all his other tattoos where either small or tiny. Another weird thing was why he left his chest out of the entire ink fest. "Phoenix is the insignia of the the Archangels." He stated coldly, that it made me drag my gaze from the yellowish white of his ceiling to the stony mask that was now his face. "I am aware of that, Almighty. Yours stands out, it isn't like the rest." "I am an Almighty, that's why." Mike snapped his reply even before I was done talking. I immediately knew there was a backstory he wasn't willing to share.

The little boy was tearing the angel’s wings, and the angel’s head was bowed toward the floor, taking all the pain the little boy was giving to it… I don’t know what the tattoo meant, but I could feel the emotion—the heartbreak—it carried. “It… it is breathtaking,” I whispered, my voice barely above air. I didn’t get a reply… no reaction. So my eyes lifted to his face—only to freeze as I locked gaze with his familiar greenish eyes… already on me. It held something… something I couldn’t place my hands on… something deeper than pain. “It is far from being breathtaking, Araceli.” His deep masculine voice rang through my ears, firmer now, rougher at the edges. “Why would you say so?!” I murmured

I replied firmly, letting Miles know I won't be changing my mind. Miles doesn't even hesitate before agreeing to the terms. He slides his shirt off his head, exposing his chiseled chest and long muscular tattooed arms. I notice a fresh-looking tattoo on the left side of his chest, right about his heart. I can't make out the words, but the picture is one black and one white angel wing. "New tatt?" I ask, nodding my head towards his chest. "I don't know," he replies flirtingly, "how about you come and take a look."

“I am French, oui? I have wine on top of more wine!” Angel laughed. He poured her glass full. Tipping it back, she drank it straight down in one long gulp. “Are you sure I should not break out the whiskey?” he teased. Angel giggled. “You might, and it’ll be for yourself, after I am through.” “I am a Frenchman, living in Paris. I think I am grown up enough to hear anything. I do not think you can shock me.” Angel tilted her head at him and gazed at one of his tattoos. It was a strange design of a chain with a fist grasping and it seemed familiar in some way.

Angel hid her face in the pillow and groaned. "Let me see" I said and made my way to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at the mark that Angel has made. I smiled at the dark little spot on my skin. I liked the feeling of having her mark on me and I really wished that I could do the same with her. What the hell is happening to me? I walked back to the living room and saw Angel's face bright red as my friends annoyed her. "Guys, stop" I said while chuckling and sat next to Angel. "Thank you" she mumbled whole glaring at Daniel. I watched as she finished her third can of beer.

Miguel had just kissed her in front of Tasya! "I- I'm good," Lara stuttered, her eyes on Tasya, who was grinning behind Miguel. Tasya had already managed to regain her composure. "Um, I have a visitor. This is Anastacia, Migo. She's my best friend. Tash, meet Miguel Villareal," she introduced, her jaw almost dropping when Miguel didn't even glance at Tasya.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo. “Hey man, thanks.” I say. He takes his headphones off. “What?” He says. “I wanted to thank you.” “For what? It was all you dude. You just had to be confident.” Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought he was. “If you need me, I’m here.” He says as he is about to go back to do another set. Before he starts his set I interrupt. “Wait, can I get your phone number? It’ll be cool to hangout sometime.”

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.