Novel & Cerita Bloody Painter X Judge Angel

One of my board members laughed. “You okay? You look a little flushed.” I nodded. The man moved close. Very fucking close as my board member stepped beside us, smiling proudly. “Allow me to introduce you to our newest investor…” The man in front of me never took his eyes from mine. “Azrael Valchini.” My gaze flew toward the feather disappearing beneath his collar. Angel. My Angel. He was our newest investor. Azrael Valchini— Wait...Valchini? My mind quickly raced. That name...it sound so familiar...the wedding. Valchini. Wait. WHAT?!

She knew that she had to think fast and come up with a plan to stop James. "Jared, Georgia, get ready," Anna whispered, her eyes locked on James. Jared and Georgia nodded, their eyes fixed on James. As they prepared to attack, Anna felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She knew that this was it – this was the final showdown. With a fierce cry, Anna launched herself at James, her claws extended. Jared and Georgia followed close behind, their eyes blazing with determination. The battle was intense, with all four of them clashing in a flurry of claws and teeth. Anna could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she fought to take down James.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

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He handed her over to them with her still squirming and yelling out incoherent words. “Hello, I’m Jacob,” the athletic guy said, shaking the hand of one of the police officers. His friend still had the blood-covered handkerchief over his nose that had since stopped bleeding. He wanted the police to see clearly the extent of the damage done to him, including his car. “It’s good you caught that b**ch, Jake,” Jacob’s friend, Damian applauded. At the police station, when she realized that she could spend the night, more even, in the cell if nothing was done, she resulted to pleading.

His jawline defying his looks, his thin beard look so appealing by looking at his side look. I walked towards him but trying not to look bold, I was looking at another painting too. I saw he's alone when he looked at this one painting that interested him. I decided to stand a few steps beside him and looked at the painting that interest him. It's a painting about 2 different world, the upper one is light and the bottom one is dark. The painting represented heaven and hell as I looked at it more and more. "Devil and Angel." I stated and I know he turned his head to mine. I turned to him and I saw he’s smirking. My heartbeat went crazy.

I'm surprised to see Stefon among the redeemed. I lean into my Milf and whisper in her ear, “Judge them like an angel of death.” She trembles and shrieks as tears drop from her eyes. Seeing her like this makes me hard, and from behind, I grope her big tits, playing with her nipples while she struggles with the guilt of what she's about to do. “Come on, baby, pull the trigger,” I whisper again, locking my lips sensually around her earlobe. “You wouldn't want to be in their place, would you?” She shakes her head haphazardly. “Then do it. Judge them.”

“You have a daughter of your own. You should really be burned alive.” “Who are you?” he repeated. “Do you really want to know?” I mocked him and he nodded. I reached into my back pocket producing a gun. “I am Azaziel, the angel of death.” He was about to make a movement but I beat him to it. I shot him in close range. His blood splattered everywhere, even to my face. I licked the ones near my lips, savoring the tangy taste. He was still writhing on the floor and I made another shot. Finally, he stopped spasming.

is a spoiled Sin who always fights her twin brother. “Rayne, I’ll be off now.” Angel said as she got her bag. “There she goes again. Why can't you spend a little more time with us?” Ashley complained as she got up to look at Angel. “If I don’t get home before Jiro, he’ll be suspicious.” She explained with a smile. “How about your bruise?” Jacob asked, still looking at his phone. “A little make-up will do.” Angel said as she winked at us. Angel is a model and she’s an amazing make-up artist. Asides from glamming herself for pictorials, she also uses her talent to hide bruises and cuts from combats. Amazing and scary at the same time.

As the shooter pulled the trigger I turned our bodies around as I felt a stinging pain on my back as my subconsciousness was slowly fading away. What the..!!? The chapter ended. I scrolled down towards the next chapter and it was in mafia devil's pov. I saw Angel's cold body lying on the floor with blood all around. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes as her eyes slowly flickered close. I looked up at the building and saw a man packing his things. Without any second thought I pulled my gun out and shot him right on spot. Jeez!! Your angel herself appointed that poor guy to kill you yet this psychotic bastard killed him.