Avenging Angel Book Novels & Stories

I didn’t answer him. He walked around the desk and grabbed me so fast; one minute I was in my chair, the next I was standing in front of him. “Are we alone?” He asked as he licked my neck; I didn’t answer him. “Okay, being pissed now, that’s fine by me, Angel. Now how should I punish you for allowing another man to touch what is mine?” He asked as his hands closed around my throat and I moaned. “Fuck, I love when you moan like that,” he said as he kissed me.

I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch. Angel, Eva… They were nothing like what their families had been. Their lives at the moment looked so peaceful, so ordinary. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something. They left me no clues, no loose ends, nothing to hold on to. “Looking for something?.” A too-familiar voice suddenly said, startling me. The book made a loud bang on the floor and I turned to see Angel, sitting casually by a window, a book nestling in his lap.

His body shook, and he could not believe that the man who had taken on the responsibility of raising him was now dead. He took his uncle's cold hand in his and caressed it gently. The old man had been murdered; someone had conspired to kill his uncle. The more he thought about it, the deeper it penetrated his heart. “I’ll make them pay Mr. Gonzalez,” he said then paused, “I’ll make them pay for killing you. I'll make sure I spare no one.” Before he could finish making that promise, the door opened and Marcello landed on the floor where he had been tossed.

And more in this case where I knew the people who would be taking the last breath are the ones who had hurt my mate, the thought of drawing the blood of whoever the malicious monsters are felt like a beautiful scenario. "So we'll wait?" Jason questioned. "Yes, we will wait," I responded raising the beer mug towards my mouth. The taste of the beer is way less appealing than the taste of my Angel's scent on my tongue. I'd just met her and I already knew I could even die for her.

"And Jet, you're dismissed." Jet and Marcus left, leaving me alone. As the door closed, I leaned back in my chair, studying the photo of Siara once more. I tapped a finger against the edge of the folder, a predatory gleam in my eye. "What a bloody good coincidence," I whispered to myself. I reopened the folder and started reading through Siara Movark's file in detail. It was no longer about the money-no, it was personal. It was revenge.

I only imagined what was going to happen if I told him the truth. I was grateful that I agreed to cover my face with a veil because I couldn’t have been able to withstand the eyes all gawking at me. My eyes were directly stapled on Antonio Luca, Aka The dark Angel of merciless death. I don’t know why he was named that, but people did.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

NOELLE I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring. "Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—" Rage ignites under my skin instantly. I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."