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I just found where I'm going to spend the rest of my time while Keo is absent. I spend at least half an hour inspecting as many books as possible before one piques my interest. It's particularly old, written over a century ago. By the looks of it, it details some Angel-blood history regarding Demon's. Lugging the book upstairs, I lay it on my bed, flipping the cover open. I take my time scanning the small text, learning about the war, about Angel's depiction of Demon's. It's rough, hearing how they detail the mass death's, and how they justify it.

She sat in the chair she’d previously vacated but kept her bottom on the edge, ready to leap up. Stella pulled out a drawer in her desk and brought out a book titled Angel’s Handbook. It wasn’t very thick and would easily fit in the palm of Helen’s hand. “Now, this book contains information for every job an angel might be assigned. You’re going to want to carefully read Chapter Six, ‘Fixing Things Up.’ It will explain everything to you.” Stella handed the book over, knocking over the paperweight in the process. She righted it as Helen opened the volume.

' I was buzzing, but not in the same way as any high I'd ever experienced. 'Fuck, Ethan,' I whispered. 'What the Hell is this thing they've got locked up in there?' 'Hell might just be the right word for it. At least as far as the Angels are concerned.' His eyes were drawn back over my shoulder as if he couldn't help but search it out. 'It's a book,' he said. 'A book so powerful they need to bury it in a vault to keep it hidden from the world.' 'How can a book be that powerful?'

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

"I'm done with the letter." Chiara nodded her head and continued working on her laptop. Xavier glanced around the room, not sure of what to do. He had checked the laptop for incriminating information, but all he saw was games and songs, there was no file on the laptop and the browser history was clear, absolutely nothing. He stared at the bookcase in the room, it was filled with different business and marketing books, he wondered if she actually read them. A book caught his eyes and he looked closer at it, it was titled 'Expressions and Emotions: How to understand them'. He read the title on the spine again, to be sure he had not imagined it, it was correct. 'Why would she read something lik

Knowing that he wasn’t going to move, she discreetly slipped out from beneath him and was at least relieved when he didn’t try to stop her. Instead, he straightened up and turned to glare at her still, his eyes never leaving hers. Feeling uncomfortable and oddly as though she had to explain herself, Angel continued, “I am nothing to you, no better than something you found on the bottom of your shoe, so why would I help you?”

And then, avoiding further questions, Angel uttered some pleasantly goodbyes and then hurriedly go away. *** "Angel looked so beautiful earlier." The mother put the cookie filled with biscuits beside the table where Gamma sat. Gamma was in the reading room and reading. As usual, his mother always provides her homemade biscuits as Gamma's friends to read. Gamma lifted his eyes from the book and looked at his mother. “Angel?” he frowned. “Is she dressed up? Where is she going? "

This is Book Two of the Demonic Angels Trilogy, this book will not make sense unless you read ‘Alpha’s Fallen Angel’ first. Thank you guys for reading and for all the support! Aylin is by far my favorite character of mine, so I’ve been looking forward to this book for quite awhile! Enjoy :)

Angel nodded slowly and looked at her watch and said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get home to my brothers.” When she’d left the room, Steven looked at Ellen and asked “Brothers?” she replied evenly “Angel is raising her two nearly sixteen yr. old brothers. Says a lot about her character that at nineteen she’s more worried about getting home to her family than doing what most nineteen yr. old would.”

Yet, I can’t help but smile when I see Elisabeth coming down the steps holding books and a bag while she looks for something inside her purse. Her long dress covers every inch of her body, and I can’t help but to think of what a waste that is; she is beautiful, and every inch of her body should be on show. I walk up the steps, and Elisabeth crashes against me as she is still distracted, looking for something. “Sorry”, - she says, and when her eyes meet mine, and I see the desire in them. I know it. I pick up the books that fell and pass them to her.