Bloody Painter X Judge Angel Novels & Stories

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

That tiny silver dress made her look like an angel who had fallen straight from the sky, crashing back into my dark life like a blinding ray of sunshine. I was never a fan of dancing, probably because I never got to experience the life a normal boy would have. When guys my age were dating, going to college parties, and falling in love, I was forced to witness the brutal murder of my mother and was trained to kill. A normal twenty-year-old boy plans his career; I was planning how to ruthlessly slaughter the men who destroyed my family. I had never once danced carefree in a club. But tonight, I found my feet moving toward Angelina entirely on their own. I almost lost every ounce of my self-con

The letter opened in air and we could hear a voice "Hey Amy, I am in Cannes. We have a situation. There is a painter who had worked months on his masterpiece and he has to present it today at an exhibition. Another competitor of his out of jealousy at night reached his office and has damaged the painting. The painting is not torn or burned but the colors are scattered. This painter is really a genuine person and according to our record sheet has never hurt anyone. Please send someone to fix this secret guardian angel mission." Amy: "Ok so you know the problem now. I leave the solution for you. I will open the portal for you two to go to earth. You both will land up in Cannes outside the pain

A scum like him did not deserve a single tear of mine. I used the little time I had left to catch up on all the studies I had neglected. Thankfully, I had a solid foundation, so my grades clawed their way back to the top. I swore that I had to succeed and take revenge on Eric. He was a bastard and a womanizer, so I wanted to make his life hell. I would make sure he lost everything and drag him from his pedestal. My investigation revealed that Eric just had a young look. He was actually 48, with a son my age studying in one of the city's top foreign language schools.

Azrael said while sliding the painting on her backpack. The painting was beautiful and made by a very artistic hand. It was a female angel, it wears a black hooded dress, a flaming sword hang at its hips. It was her. Ouriel stood in front of Azrael while propping his hands on his waist. Azrael looked up at him, “Now, you wanna take me to Mr. Chase?” she said impatiently with a sound of sarcasm. Ouriel shrugged and started walking, Azrael followed him. They went to a five-story apartment, probably where Carter lives. While climbing up the stairs, Azrael decided to quizzed Ouriel, “You wanna tell me why did you look for him?”

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

Nadia cried. Angel ignored her and kept hitting the young man’s head against the wall until there was an imprint of blood splattered on the wall. Then he half shifted and said, “That was for touching Nadia—and this is for Blaze and every other innocent you raped and killed—” he said, sounding different because of his bared teeth. He stabbed his claws into Dan’s stomach, bringing out his gut. The younger man let out a quiet gasp and twitched violently. Angel watched until his face went frozen in death with eyes widened in a blank stare. Nadia vomited hard on the foot of the bed.

I couldn't do anything but remove the pendant and pointed the now sharp blades at her. With that, she again struggled against being tied, but it was too useless. I harshly just pulled her hair and made her face my direction, upon skinning her alive. "Don't overreact like that, it's just your entire eyebags! Now let's proceed to the eyelids!" A wide smile plastered onto my face as I did what I said, with her sweet blood gushing out of her skin. Now here's the finished product, I've managed to open her eyes wide enough to see the cruel reality of life!

I love this ship. • Jamie Parker: Jamie is a nineteen-year-old Angel. And when I say he's an Angel, it's both by his originality as well as his conduct. The ash-haired boy is a major part of Vantae's world. Living with his mother's side of the family, the boy has accepted Asa as his mom. His birth is kind of complicated and not known to everyone. He's a little short 174 cm (5'7 ft) and weighs around 59 kg (130 lbs). MBTI type: ENFJ. Jamie has the cutest eye smile. You know when your eyes turn into crescents when the smile grows. Yeah, he's that kind. He's like the light that instantly makes it a little better. Favorite color: Blue. Zodiac: Libra. Jamie attracts people easily, but the boy lik

Not to mention if they found out that she was one of the guardian angels. Jayantha looked down at his mate who was clutching the front of his clothes. He couldn't see her expression because the cap covered her face , but he was sure that she was frightened. “ Tsk tsk tsk, the modern human world can be really scary, they should be happy Xerxes isn't here." Carlos was equally angered by the noise crowds. Although they were warned never to hurt any human, everyone knows that only the two younger Hawthorne were keeping those rules, the older Hawthorne would have felt disgusted by a mere human trying to make him change his plan.