Novel & Cerita Blake Roman Angel Dust

Dante's POV Angel stood resolute; her beautiful chocolate eyes now clouded with tears. "I, Angelique Baker, of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, reject you, Dante Greene, Alpha of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, as my mate." The impact of her words sent me crashing onto the soft grass, my hands instinctively gripping my chest as if I could contain the ache that spread within my being. Each syllable felt like a merciless blow, causing my heart to fracture into a million agonizing shards.

He was alone, but he was with me. "Don't trust anyone," I whispered to the glass. I looked at the vent in the ceiling. Was he listening? Was he seeing me right now through a wire? I didn't know. But for the first time since the gala, I wasn't just a prisoner. I was a partner. "I'm playing the part, Roman," I said. I leaned my forehead against the cold window. "I’m being the best Angel they’ve ever seen. But I’m looking for the black brick. And when I find it, I'm going to burn this house down."

She looks at me through her tears. “I am your husband.” I reply. “Please, speak the truth now, Blaze or Ace, whoever you are.” She walks to the other side of the room. “I was Ace Steele, Benjamin Steele’s son but now I am Blaze Hamilton, a new person with a new identity. It was my past, I have buried that past long ago except my hatred for Mathew. My parents deserve to see their culprit being punished, Angel. Why can’t you see that he made me go through a phase that you can’t even picture yourself in. We had to sleep on roadside and eat from the garbage, that’s what Mathew had done to us.” I finally let the closed chapters of my past display for her.

“What did you lie about , tell me , it's something that has gotten to do with what I hate . Tell me it’s a fucking lie . I raised my head to look at her and the tears slipped out of my eyes . I could see the way her eyes turned bitter and the anger in them . “ don’t tell me this has got to do with Trevor and it’s what I am thinking of now . Angel stood right beside me trying to walk around at the same time and get the words out . “Painfully it is Angel , it is what you are thinking , last night when I told you that I wanted to go home , I really wanted to but along my way , I met Trevor who stopped and complimented me on my looks but and somehow , he was able to convince me to go home with h

Emma told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Emma’s order to her. Emma spun around in her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the club’s special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact that it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Emma felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got off her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Emma

He didn't want to see her. "I don't know," Derby replied and quickly left for the kitchen. Olivia sat alone at the table and ate her breakfast. Outside, Isabella arrived a couple of minutes after Camila had called her and they went out of the compound. "Girlfriend, what happened to you? You don't look okay," Isabella said driving towards the main road "I think I overdosed Ethan. I don't think I will be able to walk or sit for a while," she complained "Wait, don't, Oh my god, Camila," she exclaimed.

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,

Angel grinned. "Well, good morning to you too, Blaze," he said. The other Were let out a relieved sigh. "Sorry, I thought you were … you know…" Blaze said, sounding a tad embarrassed. The two shared a knowing look. "I need your help with something quick…" Angel said. "Tell me..." "Come..." Angel urged and walked back to his cell. Blaze followed him. Kurt, who was already in Angel's cell, went to pick up the bottle of Vodka tucked in the corner. He examined it, uncorked it and raised it to his lips, gulping down some.

I’m angry again. “That came out wrong. She is attractive. I just don’t find her attractive.” He says, and I just sigh when Dylan steps forward. Dylan and I aren’t short, but this man towers over us. “Who are her guests?” Dylan asks, and I see Ryder step forward with Blaze, Ice, and Ripper behind him. “Colton Raine, Karl Anderson, Scott, and Tyler Jones, Elliott Butler and one Sara Moran and Roman Ricci.” My eyes widen. I look at Angel and she staggers back.

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.