Novel & Cerita Bloody Painter X Judge Angel

Sentinel lady muttered and made sure to take a sniff over Angel’s scent but couldn’t tell who he was until he faced them. “Oh, meet my beloved mate and husband, Angel La Croix-Reeves, the alpha of the Blood Night pack.” the sentinel lady gasped upon seeing Angel’s smiling face at her while Mira introduced him to them. “Impossible…” the sentinel man reacted since he heard that person who owns the Angel Reeves was an omega.

He lied straight to my face when I asked him about it, and he was going to keep lying forever if his brother who trashed my store for reasons he still wouldn't share hadn't thrown it in my face. He hurt me first, so it's only fair that I hurt him back the same way, right? Angelique led me to a room at the back of the studio with glass doors and soft light that made everything look dreamy and romantic. "So." I swallowed and tried to keep my voice clear. "Are you going to do it yourself, the painting I mean?" She turned to face me and her smile widened. "Actually, I have an even more special artist who would absolutely love to paint you."

Our eyes are locked on each other so intensely as if we were competing to see who could kill the other faster with just a look. Angelo hurried out of the office, seconds after dragging me here. They were both furious, I can tell. But the inner satisfaction I felt while destroying Xander's precious collection was immeasurable. Angelo broke into the room in time to save just a small part of what was left of the paintings. But I managed to destroy and ruin the bigger part of Xander's collection and I hoped that he watched every second of my little show. Judging by the way he was sending daggers my way with his deadly gaze, I can tell that he watched it.

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

When his eyes saw her, he swallowed hard and they traveled up her body. As their eyes met time stood still and nothing else was there. Angel grinned and continued her walk towards him. Padre, one of the brothers was performing the ceremony. He was a lady's man. Don't let his title fool you. "And who's giving this fine work of art away? Cause man you must be crazy!" Padre demanded. The guys chuckled. Rider gave him a look that said he'd pay for that later. Padre just grinned ignoring Rider. He looked Angel over once again. Rider actually growled at him.

Tears trickled down my cheeks and I tried sniffing it back in. A knock resounded from the door. Did he come back? “Phoenix. It’s Angel.” I sighed, and wiped my tears before telling her to come in. Angel was one of the artist whose work was displayed. She was a very beautiful woman who survived her husband’s domestic abuse. Just like me, she was rescued by the company.

Angela slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me you murderer" Angela shouted at him. "Be gentle with me baby girl. Otherwise, your friends have to bear the punishment" He said making her shock. "You are a beast" Angela whispered and got unconscious. "I am more than you can imagine, baby girl" Xavier whispered then picked her up and left the cell because his angel doesn't belong here. But a thing is nagging him, that will be able to protect this angel? Will he be able to save from his enemy.

she asked. The woman smiled and answered her, " No, but I know Blake, your husband. I'm a famous painter and he contacted me before to paint you. He gave me a picture of you and told me to paint you with wings like an angel. And you really looked like an angel in personal," she said. Evangeline cried as she held the painting of her having some wings.

Branches from overgrown bushes clawed at my arms as I darted through winding alleyways. My lungs burned. My legs trembled. But I couldn't stop. They were behind me. I could hear them. I turned a corner blindly, rain blurring my vision. And crashed into something solid. The world tilted as I collided with a broad chest. Strong arms caught me before I could fall. I looked up, gasping for breath, and froze. A man. Tall, powerful, dressed in black despite the rain. Dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, sharp, unreadable, intense.

AUTHOR'S POV Xavier clenched his hands into tight fists until the knuckles turned white, his hand itching to hit something as thirsty for blood raised inside him. “Are these reports correct?” He asked through gritted teeth, his voice cold enough to freeze everything in the living room. Angelina swallowed when she heard the chill in Xavier’s voice. She couldn't believe what they had just found out. Just like Xavier, she wanted to know the truth. Angelina knows that Pamela could be cruel. However, she didn't know that she could be that cruel.