Bloody Painter X Judge Angel Novels & Stories

“The more you talk, the greater impact it will have on him.” “You're the most heartless person ever!” she screamed at him. This resulted in yet another blow to Jason. By now, he was already bleeding from his mouth and nose, unable to stand up again. Knowing that talking would just lead to more blows, Julia remained silent. “That is more like it,” he muttered as he rose up and walked to where the young guy was lying, with the two men on his sides lifting him up to face the leader. Don gave a sly smile.

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

I'm fine, Ander," Angel opened the door with a puffy face. Xander hugged Angel tightly and rested her head on his chest. Angel just resigned herself to accepting Xander's hug. She poured out all her sadness and sobbed into Xander's chest. “You're not fine. Don't try to lie to me.” “I've messed everything up. You have to fire me," Angel said between tears. “I won't fire you. That damn bastard is at fault. He has been hurting you ever since you served him juice.” “I accidentally spilled the coffee. I've tried to do it carefully.” "I know. You don't like hurting other people, but that bastard hurt you.” Suddenly, Xander remembered that the blonde man had poured hot coffee on Angel. Xander hurri

Matthew said softly, "what is certain is that I still love you like my own mother." Mrs. Matthew was still unable to speak, only her watery eyes now shone with extraordinary emotion. "The second-" Angel paused her sentence, feeling confused about how to explain her current condition in a simple sentence. "Maybe this sounds ridiculous and far-fetched, but actually Erick and Jack are not humans." "What?!" shrieked Mrs. Matthew frowned deeply. "And actually I'm not of pure human blood either," added Angel with a grimace. "Hah?" Mrs. Matthew snorted with her mouth open, "Are you guys trying to tease me or what? If you're not human, then what?"

I was the one detaching from the good, forcing myself into the shadows. Grayson’s arms tightened around me slightly, his voice gentle but resolute. “Pain, hurt, hardship... that’s what often drives an artist’s most incredible work. You get lost in those feelings, and they spill out onto the canvas. That’s why it’s not disgusting, Angel.” A small smile tugged at my lips, despite myself. “You’d probably say that even if I painted a black hole,” I whispered, the hint of a tease in my voice. He chuckled, his chest vibrating softly against my back. “Maybe I’m biased,” he admitted, his lips brushing against my ear. “But this piece... keep it.”

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

The Angel's eyes were not seen no more, only his evil smirk for he covered it with his hood again. "You are a liar," he grunted. "You all are!" he flashes a smile. "I am going to be waiting for all of you, watching you. And either what you'll accomplish, you will fall in an awful adventure." Amorivia didn't know what to feel. The Angel has been gone for quite some minutes now but her legs were still soft. What if she chose to be with him? Will those lonely eyes of him be replaced with something? And when she gets back to the Lost boy, should she tell him that what she thought was Peter is the Angel?

“Alright, I'm done playing games. Tell me where your little brother is, or I'll turn this birthday party into a crime scene.” I bit my tongue, refusing to give in to his demands. This only seemed to irritate Angel further. Stroking his chin, he said, “Now, let's see… who should I start with?” Before I could process his words, Angel zipped out of sight, darting up the stairs with the speed of a squirrel on caffeine. Suddenly, Jaja's screams pierced the air, making my blood run cold. Within moments, Angel reappeared, Jaja in tow, his face transformed into its vampiric form. His fangs hovered dangerously close to her neck, like a chef with a knife poised over a particularly juicy steak.

“Jaxon Vance has been officially appointed by the Council as the chief prosecutor for your Blood Trial. He and his new mate, Tanya, will be sitting on the judging panel tomorrow night.” My breath hitched, a gasp of pure horror escaping my lips.Jaxon. He was going to be there. He was going to judge me. Dominic turned to me, his golden eyes burning with a terrifying, apocalyptic light. He reached out, his large hand gripping my jaw with a fierce, possessive intensity, forcing me to look directly into the eyes of the beast.

AUDREY The painting displayed in the living room was already glorious, but obviously, Gabriel kept the finest ones in one place in this room. He took my hand and drew me to the wall at the left, and presented me with the enormous painting of an angel. And it wasn’t any regular painting of an angel with wings. Its body was male with the face of a female, and it was nude but with no genitals. But that wasn’t what made the artwork brilliant. The angel’s wings had two shades of black and white and spread up above.