Bad Little Angel Novels & Stories

"P...please Angel drop the gun...shooting me won't...won't give you anything"Sia said while shaking her head hoping Angel would stop his advance and leave in peace. However, the expression on his face was murderous, he had his gun pointed at her "I've always hated you...do you know why...because you ruined my plans...if you didn't follow me that night"he said with bitterness as he took small predatory steps towards Sia who was backing away slowly, it was scary seeing how crazy angel looked. He wasn't in his right senses, and hence he could do anything without thinking twice "if you didn't poke your silly nose in my affairs then...you wouldn't be here with me pointing a gun at you...you littl

But amid her despair Angelina got a crazy idea that made her get lost in a world that no one ever wanted - the world of night. But her ordeal continues. Angelina had agreed to work at Club Deluxe and received a loan of money from Maria Hudson, but God seemed to want to knock Angelina down. Angelina's sacrifice seemed unpaid because in the end her mother was taken by God. Within one year, Angelina lost her sister and her mother. Since then Angelina felt that her life no longer had any meaning. She lived her days at Club Deluxe with half a life. Angelina only thinks about her debt and wants to pay it off soon so she can live a normal life again.

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

I've somehow managed to cross some fucking invisible boundary that we had and now, I don't know how to uncross it, I don't even want to. I'm no angel, I say this because I want hold on to her until it hurts too much to and even then I'm not sure I'll be ready to let go. That's how bad I need her now, after endless denial and abstaining. For the rest of the school hours, my mind stayed fixed on cracking this mystery of the 'little clown fucker' before the psycho really hurts her. It scares me to imagine them doing her anymore harm. By the end of it though, all I had was my raging anger and still a sheet of paper.

She the daughter of a demon raised as an angel. I wanted to deny him everything, to tell him that this was not true, that I was an angel and he was a demon. But deep down... he had always suspected that he was not who he should be and he was right when he said that sometimes the bad attracts attention and only the intelligent know how to control their impulses and stick with the good. And I...I wasn't sure I could be smart and stay hot. Because my interior looked at the bad with curiosity to learn. "No...I don't...I can't be who you want me to be." I'm not bad.

Celine flinched at the word bitch and Abel quickly apologized “Sorry Celine, but that’s what she really is” Celine hates curse words and so we promised not to curse in her presence “Angel you shouldn’t hate people because of other people” I frowned “Haven’t you heard the saying, show me your friend and I’ll tell you who you are, if Abel is bad then there’s no doubt that Lucas is even worst” Angel explained “But, Abel isn’t bad” Celine mumbled again “Seriously, my friends are idiots” she concluded “Abel is dating Taylor and she’s a witch, only a bastard would date a witch”

KIMBERLY’S POV Panic filled me and I couldn’t feel straight. I didn’t understand why I felt so scared for Ari. If Angel died, I doubted the people would let him go even though he did it with pure intentions. I stood up and locked the door. “Don’t make a noise okay? We’re going to wake Angel and we don’t need noise. Can you do that?” I asked them and they nodded. Angel had always been a weak girl from the time I knew her, she was always on her own going gently and looking frail so I could understand that her body probably couldn’t handle the poison and its consequences.

Ever since his father and mother sold him off like a blood soaked IOU, Angel had been waiting for the knock on his hotel room’s door. Waiting for the taxi to go somewhere he didn't say. A gun once he opened his eyes. It was all cliche. And now.. Here he was.. Running. He’d rather die than to go back to his family with his own two feet. He turned a corner and saw it. The bar. He knew that bar. Small, unassuming. Always played bad american music. But it had an escape route. His violet eyes sharpened. Giving a look around his surroundings. Then he crossed the street.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Zane had to smile at her. “Angel, there is nothing bad in you.” “Of course there is. Do you think I would be okay with what you did tonight if I was all good and pure? Do you think I would enjoy the things we do if I didn’t have a streak of bad in me?” she asked. She had a smile on her face which told Zane she enjoyed the idea of being a little bad.