Bloody Painter X Judge Angel Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 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

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.

"Protect her at all cost,If a hair is missing you would use you arms as compensation. Zachary said coldly before cutting the call. Zachary gaze at the direction of Angel and his cold expression soften before curling his lips. Angel got to the place she used to train before she started training, Suddenly she smelled saint of blood,She became alert but the scent of blood is getting closer and closer so she hurriedly hid behind a tree and peak from behind of the tree. Angel saw a lady with jet black hair and her eyes are somewhat shiny which is not normal, her white shirt is soaked with blood. Angel hesitated before going out from the tree behind. "Chee (Who is there?) The lady said in a in a l

Angel usually faced everything in a headstrong manner and never feared anything. She was not afraid of any animals or poisonous bugs, let alone Joseph and Dawn. Nothing could make her feel any fear. However, Angel was acting extremely out of character right now. Her eyes were filled with shiny tears. She looked extremely pitiful. Baby Robbie lost the mood to fight in the duel after seeing Angel in such a state. However, when he prepared to stop fighting Gale, he realized that Gale had stopped moving before he did.

She twisted the doorknob and walked in, the room was vivid because of the moonlight, and as she walked in, memories rush through her like a breached dam. It was her favourite places in the villa, her art room. Beautiful paintings were neatly hung on the wall. The smell of acrylics and oil paints were some of the smells she would never get tired of. She walked closer and found the painting of a fallen angel, it was a birthday gift she had sent her grandfather during her first year in America. In the painting, the angel was crying tears of blood as her wings were clipped off by a demon. The demon had fallen for her and so he cut off wings so she couldn't go back to heaven and would stay in hel

My vision blurs slightly, and when it clears, I see the blood on the floor. "Shit. That bastard must've poisoned you," he says, and I whimper, clutching at my belly. "Am I going to die?" He practically growls. "Not under my watch." "Hurts," I gasp, tears sliding down my cheeks. "Breathe, Angel. Look at me," he says, brushing my hair away from my sweaty face. When I manage to look into his eyes, I find them glowing at the edges. A brilliant gold.