Novel & Cerita Arcangel Miguel Tattoo

A huge smile engulfed his face as he leaped to his feet and dived into her open arms. “Where have you been?” Michael signed with so much brio. “I’ve been out,” Rebecca signed back. “Why then do you look so dirty?” He signed, furrowing his brows in confusion. “And what are those?” he signed, pointing to the dark patches on her face and wrists. “It’s nothing,” She signed back. Brianna who was still eating ravenously looked up and saw Rebecca’s face. She widened her eyes, dropping the plastic spoon she was eating with.

Lucia winked. “Like I would let anyone take my baby away,” Angelina said in a deadly tone. “Calm down Angel. Your mom’s only kidding,” I whispered in her ear. “Well, I can’t stay any longer. I love you both, and I’ll see you soon,” Lucia smiled. “Ok mom,” Angelina and I replied. She hugged us both before disappearing. “That’s a mighty tattoo!” Angelo commented behind us. Azuela was with him, looking stunning in a red gown.

END OF FLASH BACK Angel punched the glass. be was sick and tired of playing this game of give and take, one where he always seemed to lose, He was tired of losing, first he lost his parents affection, then he lost Latifa and now he had lost Aracely, soon he may even lose Ariel, He should have stayed that day! He shouldn't have left her! Now, Now the wrong people had her, He didn't know who Adrian was, but Angel knew Adrian was the son of Tania and Tania was Aracely's enemy, Tania was a monster, Tania, Tania was his mother's friend and his mother as hell bent of getting rid of Aramide. FLASH BACK

It wasn’t even a common name. In my fucked up mind, I had almost believed Angelica was a ghost sent to torment me with that tattoo on her belly. After seeing her file, I understood why she would have a hyacinth tattooed on her. Only this time, the tattoo was the last thing I could see.

He exhaled softly before answering, “Miguel Angel, sir.” I raised a brow. “You're Spanish?” “Yes, sir.” Huh. I knew for a fact that Nightshade had a very strong grudge against Spanish people for some reason. Whatever, it wasn't like it was my business anyway. But knowing him, he most probably just hired Miguel Angel so he could make him suffer and then kill him off when he senses the tiniest bit of happiness in the poor boy. He looked young, really really young. If I were to guess, I would say he was barely eighteen.

Ara was sure that he had already provoked the ire of the creator by tattooing such evil symbols on his body. He was going to hell, she was dead sure about it. But also, he was looking after an angel, Angela. Perhaps, God will give him some concessions. He was a tough-looking man. And Freya once had told her that most tough-looking people tend to have a soft heart. Maybe he also has a soft heart, she thought to herself.

"Uh, yeah sure, you go, I'll roam around here then." As soon as Angel left, his face turned serious again, "Mason, there's a problem." "What?" "Someone's gotten into our territory. And that someone is not Carl." 🍒Angela🍒 "Mason, if you like me one bit, please send someone else for me, just not Kyle!" I complained to him because I can.not.stay.with.Kyle.for ONE MORE DAY! "Alright, Angel, but Kyle's not that bad," he joked, making me heat up in anger like a volcano.

Swiftly but gently, he slightly pushed her inside and shut the door behind him. "There are a thousand things I could do, Laura." He said huskily. "You are mine and I would never let another man have you." "Are you crazy?" "For you carrot, I can be." He replied. "I am getting married to Dexter and that's final." She said stubbornly. His face softened and he wore a hurt expression. "Angel," he said softly coming close to her and she stood her ground, though held her breath.

Arcangelo runs his fingers through his chin length black hair, his black T-shirt straining over his bicep at the action. Alonso's eyes go to my legs, now more exposed by the shorter towel. He clears his throat and walks over to the fridge. "You want a beer?" I've only had two for the entire night, but I'm going to need more liquid courage if I'm going to be alone with both of them. "Sure." Then Arcangelo does the unthinkable. He peels his T-shirt over his head, revealing his tattooed torso, and he walks over to me and holds it out for me to take. My eyes dart nervously to Alonso, but what else am I supposed to do but take it?

Miguel asked, casually tossing the shirt aside. Drake stood frozen for a second, his mouth parted slightly, a silent breath caught in his throat as his eyes landed on Miguel’s bare torso. The morning light that filtered through the windows kissed the sharp lines of Miguel’s chest, dancing over the inked scorpion tattoo that curled along his ribs like something alive. It was bold, dark, and oddly captivating. Drake’s heart thudded a little louder. “What the hell, Miguel?!” he snapped, suddenly jolting back to life. “Put on a shirt!”