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He shot the holy fire in a form of fireballs one after the other. “W-What is that you freak?” The zap of lightning highlighted the angel’s ashen face. His eyes widened upon witnessing the scene below him. Even the people around them froze upon seeing the peculiar scene. The son of Gabriel and the Pegasus fled from their position, but the flock of black butterflies ran through them – muting the cries of despair from the two.

An hour later when Angel had a vacant time to seek the contains of the box she then found a black pearl bracelet which was similar to Mike's he always wears then she stare again at the picture Angel can't figure out ounce if she knew that this man Brandon had a connection to Mike she then keeps shaking her head that maybe this is another person then later she asks again that will leads to her curiosity, the small box contained five pictures about Mike's past image and one bracelet Angel desperate to seek although she already released his mysteries but it keeps coming back an hour later where Rico sends her a message informing his vacant day so that they can talk. Although it takes days Angel

"If you're an angel, then why are your wings black?" He didn't answer but just limited himself to looking at me, debating whether to tell me something or not. But maybe his wings were black because he was an angel of darkness, right? There is no other explanation. Good angels usually have white wings and are beings of light. But he has black wings. I don't know why but it scared me. —Carolina, there are so many things I have to tell you —she puts a hand to her hair and ruffles it— but not here, we can... can we go to your apartment? We need more privacy.

The screen lit his face grim. Another unknown text. A photo this time, grainy, dark. Angel asleep in her bed. The date showed it was taken tonight. Underneath the picture was a message: Sweet dreams. Tick tock.

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

How? Bastien carried her down the steps. Angel saw the wall rack, the hanging rack, and the massive, cushioned slab with bonds. Her eyes grew wider and she was utterly dumbfounded. The cross! It wasn’t black like her dream but gold; her eyes rounded as she stared at the straps. Red velvet. Ohhh… Remaining quiet, he finally set her down. Angel turned all around and gaped at all the various forms of sexual torture—some were total antiques. Her startled gaze finally rested on him. “You are…” Her knees buckled again.

❝Maybe,❞ she agreed. Angel opened her eyes, and only then did she pay attention to her surroundings, which indicated great sadness. She felt as if the owner of this place was living in darkness. And sadness because there is almost no life around it, as if its living colour has died for a long time and is being consumed. Because you will only see three colours on the entire sheet of this unit.

Unwilling to fight it, I just lay down and slept. **** “What the hell are you doing!” I shouted, jerking wide awake. I glared at Angel who was holding his phone with both hands. The camera light flashed again and blinded me for a brief moment. “Why are you taking pictures of me in my sleep?” “Why do you think?” He smiled, putting the phone into his pocket. “Just kill me! If you are going to traffick me, just —” Angel’s smile faded. “Is that what you really think of me?”

There’s something about him that feels off, even in the picture. Who the hell is this guy? I take a picture of the photo with my phone, sending it to Nero. If anyone can help me figure this out, it’s him. Almost immediately, my phone starts buzzing and I answer without hesitation. “What the hell is this?” Nero’s voice is sharp, cutting through the tension. “There’s an Alpha scent all over her place,” I say, my voice rough. “I found a note. She didn’t want to leave, but he forced her. And I found a picture of her with a man, but I don’t recognize him.”

Prompted by this, I walked over to the mirror and tried a few poses myself. Honestly, my figure was pretty good. The curves were all in the right places. I slipped on a shirt, flaunted my abs, and then pulled on a pair of black stockings. Snapping a photo from a low angle, I was amazed by how stunning it looked. Pairing it with some catchy music, I promptly uploaded it online. Almost immediately after posting, Rachel commented, 'Wow!' Soon, my phone started buzzing non-stop with notifications. Clearly, this type of content was popular.