Novel & Cerita Best Angel Books

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

She didn't say anything but kept silent while turning her fists into balls. "Hmm, I don't think you could get yourself ready by your own. Your body is still sore isn't it!?" Amara heard the maid's voice again and she stepped out of the bathroom realizing that she doesn't have any option other than agreeing with her. That's how she got dressed up in a black lacy dress which hugged her body showing off all those gifted curves which looked like they were sculptured by the god himself. Mrs. Hess, the old maid who helped Amara to dress up praised the girl who's looking herself in the mirror dressed like an angel.

‘MC Royale. I think this is the place.’ Mariko looked up at the tall building in front of her and read the signage. She went inside and asked the receptionist on what floor the CEO had located. She immediately went up to the 20th floor and headed toward the room of the CEO. The executive assistant greeted her as soon as she arrived at the 20th floor. “I came to see Miss Orianna McCartney. I’m Agent Angel.” She introduced herself using her codename and told the secretary about her intention to come in.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

"You hurt me so badly, Alexander. I thought you loved me truly, but I guess I was wrong." Alexander's face contorted in anguish as he stood up. "Oh, Angel, I do love you truly. I love you more than words can express. You are the sunshine that brightens up my day, the star that guides me through the night. You are the rhythm that makes my heart sing, the melody that fills my soul with joy. You're my Angel, my miracle. You are my everything, my reason for being."

Arrow growls from the side of me. “No, not a chance is she going to the underworld, and definitely not without one of us” Arrow snaps. Ares looks between my father and I, before sighing and pulling me onto his lap. He tilts my chin so I am looking at him. “Angel, what do you want to do?” I blink twice, wondering what kind of fucking twilight zone where my mates have swapped personality and my father basically wants to take me to hell to meet the high fucking priestess of all people.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

Cordelia and David wandered through the stacks, their fingers grazing the spines of countless books, searching for the perfect spot to settle in. Finally, they discovered a secluded corner, tucked away from prying eyes, where a comfortable armchair awaited them, offering a breathtaking view of the garden outside. Curiosity got the better of David as he asked, "What kind of books do you usually read? I thought we were going to study for school." Cordelia raised an eyebrow, her eyes widening with a sense of intrigue and wonder. “I thought you said we were coming here to read school books?” "I know, I know," he replied playfully. "Let's just do something different today."

"Wake me up later if you want to sleep. I'll help you move you to the bed." Angel nodded, then she moved her wheelchair back to the table. Her fingers began to type on the laptop keyboard nimbly. Angel wanted to finish this book as soon as possible no matter what. At least before she died, she wanted to bring out another book. The thought that this would be her last book made Angel even more determined that everything she wrote had to be perfect.

“The father replied that an Angel is someone who is sweet, kind, caring, calm, and mellow. The most beautiful woman on the planet. Someone who is amazing in every way. An Angel is the girl who makes your heart beat faster when she walks into the room. The girl you will need wherever you go. The girl who makes you want to be better. Angel is someone who is your rock. The person who you love with your entire heart. The person you can’t see yourself living without.” His answer was almost monotone, like he practiced it. Like this had been running in his head for a long time and he knew it by heart. And I had a feeling that this story, the definition of Angel, Artemy did know it by heart. The way