Arcangel Miguel Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise. "Don't be afraid! I want to help you heal. I won't harm you." The blonde girl tried to reassure me. In her eyes, I felt she wasn't lying.

Castiel smiled nostalgically, “and stealing some territories.” “One of them being from the late Kentin?” They exchanged defiant glances. “Exactly” Castiel licked his lips again, speaking slowly, with a subliminal message shining in his gaze. “Right, in your photos on social networks on your social networks, and now under my eyes, I can see tattoos. Is it a brand of your mafia, or just a taste?” “There's a mark, yes.” “Angel wings?” Hope pressed the pen in his hand when he realized he released an implicit statement from the photos he saw the day before. Castiel raised one of his eyebrows, tipping his head to the side, and Hope kept his gaze, pretending he wasn't intimidated by it. But she was

This time, it’s on me. That’s why in this second life, I wanted to be the brave girl. This time, I promised to face the problem head on even though I was weak. "Is that why another star was added to your tattoo? Because of what happened to Angela?" I asked, placing my hand on top of his. The pad of my thumb caressing his tattoo. "Yes. Right now, I have my two angels from above watching me to go on with life and this time, do it right."

"But Patricia doesn't have the scroll." My eyes widened, before I could ask another question, she stepped back and looked at Azrael. He immediately understood, his gaze shifted briefly toward the camera in the room. Without saying a word, he walked to a spot outside its view. Then he turned his back to us, slowly he pulled off his shirt. I stared at the massive bird tattoo stretched across almost his entire back. Every feather was detailed so perfectly that it looked alive. Luna Elsa leaned toward me once more. "That's the scroll," she whispered.

That’s when I caught his brow furrowing as his eyes locked onto my shoulder. “That tattoo,” he said, voice unreadable. “Is it new?” I knew exactly what he saw so I shook my head. “No.” If only he knew the truth behind it. I got that ink ten years ago, a pair of angel wings on my right shoulder, after the first night I met him. We were teenage boys then and even though he doesn't remember me now, I'm sure that if I told him about that night, he would fucking hate me. He was still staring at the tattoo, frowning like it had personally offended him.

Once we were out of sight, I let out a sigh. “Sorry, my name is Alesandra, by the way. Or just Lessa. Thank god you came when you did; he just grabbed me.” “What the hell? I’m Jason, by the way. Since when has he been living here? This is the first time I’ve seen him.” he said, looking confused. “The morning I met you was the night before he moved in. “His name is Marcello Castillo,” I said, opening my door. At the same time, he came up the stairs and walked to his apartment door. I walked into my apartment and closed the door.

Kaitlyn shook her head. "Now Arc, what does your card say?" Angel's eyes settled on him, making him feel uneasy. He flipped over the envelope and unfastened its flap. He removed a white card that was sprinkled with lots of glitter at the back. They stuck to his thumb as he touched it and then he turned the card to the front, italic handwritten words with swirling loops and drawn little sunflowers displayed on the card. Get ready to hop on a rollercoaster towards everlasting happiness, Arc.

My chest ached, and pulling away from his arms, I looked down at my lap, avoiding his eyes “I don’t know what you’re talking about” “Now, now, little angel” he said, taking me by surprise with his nickname “this is not Dante that you’re speaking to” “Funny” I said, raising an eyebrow at him “I am fine, Alessandro” “I want you to learn how to open up to me, Angelina” Alessandro said, his voice softening again “I know that with everything that you’ve been through, it might be difficult, but I want you to try to do so. I would listen”

I got even more wet and excited just by thinking about the things he would do with me and the positions he'd put me in. Gasping at the discovery, I couldn't believe it. No way it couldn't be, not him, not Mariah's brother. The tattoo was proof it was the exact same one, an angel with burning wings falling, it was in the exact same placement as well on his chest. Fuck! it was him, Danny's the guy from the fucking club.

My gaze shifted up to him; he was also staring at the tattoo beneath my palm. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Isabella - my life," he translated, meeting my gaze. My eyes snapped away from him as his words stuck in my mind. My life! She is his life. "Love, are you alright?" he asked, his hands tightening on my waist. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I lied, trying not to push further. "Can I continue?" He simply nodded and let go of his hold on my waist. I traced the largest tattoo, which started below his chest and disappeared into his briefs. It looked like an angel—a dark angel in pain. My fingers traced the waistband of his briefs, and I looked up at him.