Ariana Angel Novels & Stories

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

The man spoke again, “You see, my lady, you are no normal being. You are, in fact, the reincarnation of goddess Persephone.” Angelique stared at the man. He must be kidding. They stayed like that for a while but he did not budge. She was waiting for him to burst out laughing and tell her he was just joking. But he did not. She blinked twice. Nothing. “Uhm, no. .” She shook her head, “I am Angelique Cruz, daughter of Leo and Isabel Cruz. I live in Sta. Rosa, Laguna, Philippines.” “I understand that you may be in denial. You have lived a long life as a mortal human. But you must understand, this IS your reality.”

Alpha Julian was stepping forward again, his presence a dark storm cloud that threatened to drown us both. “You will allow this to happen, Kael. Or you’ll suffer the consequences.” His voice was filled with a finality that made the ground beneath my feet feel like it was slipping away. I glared at him, at the pack, at the elders whose eyes gleamed with hunger. But Arianna… she was everything. She was more than just some ritual, some blood sacrifice. She was a person. A future. My future. And I wasn’t going to let them take her from me.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

“You can choose one of my other sons… or me.” She offered. Serious. “Although,” she added, “my husband is off limits.” Angel didn’t know how to respond—he could only open and close his mouth like a fish out of the water. Maria was like a hurricane. A whirlwind of elegance and badass demeanor. Then—Tony moved. One smooth, possessive move. Shielding Angel behind him. “Mother. He’s mine,” he growled. Maria studied them for a beat. A thoughtful look on her face.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

He asked unconsciously. Lily said cheerfully, “I’m at Angela Angel’s concert! It’s at Donghai Television Station. Come find me!” Darryl was familiar with Angela Angel, the famous pop star in the entertainment industry. When Darryl was still in high school, Angela’s The Invisible Wings was the most popular song in the entire country. Her albums have been on the top of the sales chart consecutively, earning her the title of The First Diva.

Aurora said "He shouted at me,he's so angry and I deserve every bit of it,I know" Annabella said and broke the hug Cindy wiped her tears "You're a lady,you know the best. How you can bring him to forgive you,I'm sure he will listen" She Said and Annabella nodded She turned to Aurora "What's the make over about?" She asked "Oh I haven't told you,I quit being a waiter at the restaurant" Aurora saud "Wow!!" Annabella exclaimed excitedly

Mendel said, going to pull out a seat for his daughter, but Raphaella shook her head. “No papa, I've got an early morning appointment with the doctor,” Raphaella explained. “Are you sick or something, Raphaella?” Diana asked, worried. Diana was eight years old and a little smart cookie. Raphaella smiled at her younger sister and shook her head, she didn't want to worry her. “Not really, just a monthly check-up with the doctor… I'm perfectly okay.” “Are you sure?” Ariana, her other sister who is seventeen years old, asked.

Sincerly, Angel Franco