Bloody Painter X Judge Angel Novels & Stories

It's been ten years since I have cried, teen years of not feeling anything imagine the surprised look on Xavier's face when a tear slide down my cheek. "Jason, we will find her I promise." He softly said and whipped my tears away. "We're close I promise you, Jason. You just have to stay strong for a little bit longer." He said and helped me up and his eyes immediately fell on the blood that dripped down my body and the glass in my hand. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." He groaned as I chuckled when he almost gagged. One thing Xavier hates the most is blood, he fucking hates it. "Go sit on the bed I'll go call Angelo. There is no fucking way I'm getting close to that thing." He eyed my

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

of her lips keep tearing and she bleeds angrily. The pain was unbearable, but she wouldn’t mind. She finally manages to part her mouth, but she’s a little too late --- the girl had already stopped struggling. The woman even after trying so hard, didn’t find the will and strength to scream for help anymore; she kept staring at her daughter’s lifeless body. The killer picks up the knife and gets behind her. He pulls the mother's head behind so that they face each other; her eyes upwards and his’ downwards. She stares into the killer’s eyes for a moment and then closes her eyes. The killer places the sharp edge of the knife at the corner of her cheek and starts cutting. He cuts from the left c

"What did you paint, mama bear?" Shayla held up her canvas. She had painted the ocean. Blue water stretching to the horizon. White foam on the waves. A sunset in the background. Simple but pretty. "That is beautiful," Angel said. "Really beautiful, Mommey." "Thank you, baby. What about you? What did you paint?" Angel turned her canvas around. She showed them what she had been working on so carefully. It was people. A family. Clearly recognizable figures despite Angel's young artistic skills.

I tense as Angel disentangles herself from me and steps up to her impostor. “I am the Luna, the Beast, the Queen of the Dead, and most importantly – I. Am. Leo’s. Mate.” She seethes in the bitch’s face before unsheathing her sword and cutting off her head with one swift move. What the hell? “Was she bad?” Hunter asks from the porch. He saw that! “She was trying to steal your daddy, baby. Grey, can you take care of it, please?” Angel is not at all concerned about him seeing her decapitating someone.

Then looking directly at me he patted his belt, where the scalps of his victims swung; and I knew what my fate would be if he got his hands on me. “Don’t you even look at her,” Cain growled. His stance low and screaming aggression. The crazy angel just began to laugh and laugh, his head flung back, white hair rippling down his back as he flexed his one wing. “Once I get done with you, son of Adam and brother killer, I am going to show her what it's like to really scream in fear.” Cain was a blur as he charged the angel, who was more than ready for the impact. Cain slammed him into the tree behind him, the tree I recognized that had marked our meeting spot with those at the base. The one Usel

J was trying to scream but they had duct taped his mouth. The guys were making cat calls and laughing it up. J was sick to his stomach; he knew one of two things was going to happen. Either Angel would get raped by all of them, or she'd be forced to shoot them. He couldn't do anything, and felt totally helpless. The blonde guy ripped Angels shirt and shorts off and then flung Angel down onto the bed. She scooted back towards J's pillow. She waited for the guy to take his eyes off her so she could reach for the gun. But he kept staring at her as he undid his jeans and shoved them to the floor.

As Axel was resolved to having what he wanted. A family with the only person he loved all his life. And to his next if so God forbids. *** Urie was admiring all of the paintings at the gallery that Axxel's company owns. When he came across a very odd piece. It was the biggest of all the paintings hanged in there. An image of an angel and a demon. Who seemed to be stretching their hands towards each other. The angel had a very beautiful and gleaming aura. Its wings spread upwards. Like it just descended from heaven.

“What a psychopath, it makes me think if his son is this way too if he is he has to take him into custody as soon as we can. Before he decides to flee the place” Takeshi stood right in front of the same painting of the kid standing in the world fully destroyed and a boy right above him. Wings spread open reaching down at the boy where they had some distance in between their hands. Warped around by the thorns over their wrist with the blood dripping down the places they are warped around with. Making Takeshi rise his hand touching the hand of the boy which has the dark brown colour over it. Wiping it with the top of his thumb over the palm of the angel.

Just see how he reacted with Sean, if I brought someone like that good-looking customer home, he would have a heart attack on the spot. Oh, but that couldn't stop me from imagining all sorts of silly stuff about the customer. I just wished I had asked him for his name at least, then I could put a name to his face. Hmm, he looked like a Michael, and no, I wasn't just saying that because I'm a church girl. Even though he was polite and kind, he looked like someone who could protect his own; someone who wouldn't stand to see his loved ones suffer. Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure.