Bloody Painter X Judge Angel Novels & Stories

Angela’s POV “Who are you?” I asked him while I’m clutching the blanket on my chest. He smiled at me sweetly. “I’m Cleidon. I’m your guardian angel.” I furrowed my brows at him. “You? My guardian angel? Are you insane or what?” “No! Believe it or not, I’m really your guardian angel. The almighty descended me here to save you.” I rolled my eyes and took the ballpen on my side table and pointed it to him. “You are a robber, aren’t you?” I took a step back. “Or maybe, a r-rapist?!”

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

“The most beautiful angel in the world.” “I look forward to meeting her.” Standing Vivian stood, her bare feet were almost soundless as she came around the table towards me. “I have some items that will be perfect for your new amore.” Leaning over me, she pressed her lips to my cheek. “If you would like to share her,” her hand dropped lower. Cupping the hard ridge of my straining cock in her palm. “I would be more than willing. We could play together, Judge. Have your beautiful blonde, between us. Wouldn’t you like to feel me and her worship you together?”

But he was nowhere as messy as I was. I could feel some droplets of blood sliding down my face as I placed my fingers around the newest cut I had just made, squeezing to urge more blood to flow out as it trailed down her thigh, forming an odd shape that created abstract art. It was beautiful. I blinked a bit, trying to focus back on Miguel Angel as he spoke to me. “What is it?” I asked, releasing the grip I had on Cynthia's thigh. “I think she's about to pass out again, sir,” Angel said, still dutifully petting her head.

The word ‘death’ was inked on one of the wings while black stars were inked dripping like tears from the other wing. Night Star. Angel of Death. It was my own unique drawing. And I had no one piercing elsewhere. “You’re not saying anything.” Annoyance and puzzlement etched his forehead. I opened my mouth, then shut it back. The opened it again. “I don’t know what to say. I am Alpha Jax’s only assassin but I do not feel responsible towards the death of this girl.” It was an honest feeling. I was not trying to lie or manipulate my way out of this one.

He crouched down in front of Jason and hooked his hand under his chin, yanking his face up with some force to look him in the eye. “Nice work on getting to the alpha’s son’s mate.” There was a perverted, grim smile on the man’s face that confused Jason even more than his words. What the hell does he know about Angel? Jason thought, beginning to panic. Is this his way of telling me I’m about to die because he knows I’m lying? The man’s next words made Jason realize he had no idea what he was talking about. “I’m not particularly fond of blondes, but even I’ll admit she’s hot.”

You declared to submit your life for me and dedicated yourself to my world. Aren’t your hands painted with blood too? Didn’t you let your dick taste pussies and ass? Didn’t you inhale the smoke of gunfire after shooting people to your heart content? Don’t you fucking show me this attitude. I gave you this life. I gave you money. I gave you all this luxury, because you wanted it. And now you dare rub it on my face????

As they drove earlier, Jared had received a call that his new shipment of Meth had arrived, and was ready to be moved into the streets. But before he came down from the car, he looked SAKI in the eyes through the mirror in the car. “Your friend spilled blood that I treasure.” “He made me bury my own. The only one that I truly had.” “Your friend took light away from me. He made me live in the darkness.” As he spoke, his tone began to rise in anger. “SAKI! Your friend took away my eyes.” “He left me blind!” “SAKI! I will take everything that belongs to him.”

Mateo asked again more venomously. “Please, don’t do this” Xavier begged for the first time in his life, “Please, I would give you whatever you want” he said to Mateo who smirked back sadistically. “You cannot give me what I already have,” Mateo replied, his grip on Nessa’s hair tightened and Nessa cried out in pain. Xavier raised his both hands, surrendering to the Spanish Mafia, he threw his gun far from his reach as an act of surrender. “Please, kill me instead, Just let her go” he pleaded again, his once steady powerful voice was gone and his voice sounded to him like a weak teenager.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.