Romans & histoires Bloody Painter X Judge Angel

“Alright, I'm done playing games. Tell me where your little brother is, or I'll turn this birthday party into a crime scene.” I bit my tongue, refusing to give in to his demands. This only seemed to irritate Angel further. Stroking his chin, he said, “Now, let's see… who should I start with?” Before I could process his words, Angel zipped out of sight, darting up the stairs with the speed of a squirrel on caffeine. Suddenly, Jaja's screams pierced the air, making my blood run cold. Within moments, Angel reappeared, Jaja in tow, his face transformed into its vampiric form. His fangs hovered dangerously close to her neck, like a chef with a knife poised over a particularly juicy steak.

“Jaxon Vance has been officially appointed by the Council as the chief prosecutor for your Blood Trial. He and his new mate, Tanya, will be sitting on the judging panel tomorrow night.” My breath hitched, a gasp of pure horror escaping my lips.Jaxon. He was going to be there. He was going to judge me. Dominic turned to me, his golden eyes burning with a terrifying, apocalyptic light. He reached out, his large hand gripping my jaw with a fierce, possessive intensity, forcing me to look directly into the eyes of the beast.

The sound echoed through the room. Xavier stumbled back, holding his cheek, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and anger. "You'll regret this!" he spat, rubbing the red mark forming on his face. "Get out," Hailey hissed, her voice low but deadly, her eyes blazing with fury. "Before I call the guards." Xavier stormed out, grumbling threats under his breath as he left the room. Hailey took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but her anger remained. She turned to Abria, whose face had gone pale with fear and shame. Without warning, Hailey slapped her across the face, her eyes filled with hurt and disappointment.

The angel’s wings had two shades of black and white and spread up above. “Redenzione dell’angelo caduto. The Fallen Angel’s Redemption. Bello, no?” he murmured. “Sì, signore, bellissimo. Chi ha creato questo?” I said, unable to take my eyes off the painting. “A painter and friend I talked about earlier. Tu parla Italiano, si?” I shifted my gaze to his gorgeous face. “My mother was Italian. She taught me. You? You speak it very well, Mr. Stark like it’s your mother tongue.”

A Savior For Her Xavier POV The room was scattered, with 4 dead reins on the floor, they looked rotten already, "weak creatures!!" I wispered, I looked around, I saw Angelina lying in the ground, looking half dead, a growl ripped out from my mouth, how dare they hurt my woman, i strode walking towards her, I didn't see someone, jumping from my back, and hitting me with full force, I barred by teeth in anger, that was not all the reins in the room, there was one more left, and whoever killed these three reins, did a great job. The rein growled, running towards me, he was huger than the rest, it was high time we close the portal, but I needed these one alive, he tried attacking me, using my ro

RAINA There’s an air of rebellion I feel every time I step inside Tattoo Heaven. Come in and get inked by an angel or a demon. Angel always brags that his wife, Avery, must have sold her soul to be such a damned good artist. The way he looks at her with love in his eyes reminds me of the way I feel when Rex can’t keep his eyes or hands off me.

Ran a hand through his hair. Covered in sweat and the smell of liquor. Looking like a damn model. Angel looked down. The suits were on the floor. One was unconscious and breathing. The other one was cursing—holding his knee. Angel can smell the blood. Salty. Coppery. ‘Who the hell is this guy?’ **

meanwhile in the sky good angel is giggling evil angel : are you mad why are you laughing like this good angel : look at them how their tastes are matching indirectly evil angel : huh what so great in that good angel : you will never understand it evil angel : oh really then see next scene good angel : what you're planning evil angel : wait and watch

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

His hands were tied at his back and his mouth was covered with duct tape. “No… No… No, Ethan… Please spare them.” Andrew Jr. heard the voice of his father, Andrew, and continued pleading. ‘Dad?’ he thought. ‘What is happening? Why are we here? Are we going to die?’ “You know me, right? I am the King of Mafias, and they wouldn’t call me ‘The Devil-Reaper’ for nothing,” Andrew Jr. heard another voice speak. “Remove the child’s blindfold.” The guy who said he was the Devil reaper ordered someone.