Bloody Painter X Judge Angels Novels & Stories

“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.

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

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!

Each one just seems to out preform the last. This piece in particular is taken from human inspiration. They have something called Greek gods and goddesses, though they just remind me of faeries. Still, this is a pastel color painting that I hope depicts something like a dream where these angelic beings are sitting somewhere on clouds far away from our perception. “I’m going to list it for five grand,” I say and hold my breath as I wait for Arthur’s reaction. “Go for seven.” He says as if that’s even a possibility.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

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.

RAINA There’s an air of rebellion I feel every time I step inside Tattoo Heaven. Come in and get inked by an angel or a demon. Angel always brags that his wife, Avery, must have sold her soul to be such a damned good artist. The way he looks at her with love in his eyes reminds me of the way I feel when Rex can’t keep his eyes or hands off me.

“Really, seriously, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what is really happening. I don't even know who to listen to. You angels always have different stories to tell. Not even sure if you are lying.” “Just find Syne. Please, just find her.” He disappeared after saying that though he whispered something that sent shivers to my spine. I stood there staring at the painting. I do not know what to do. They’re giving me a headache. Angels speak metaphorically that sometimes I really don’t know what’s real. Am I supposed to guess? What? Could they explain it clearly?

he whispered huskily. He ran a hand along my jawline and I hissed in pain retracting from his hand. He frowned at me before he raised a hand and slapped me across the face. "For an angel, you sure are weak and pathetic. No wonder your own mate doesn't want anything to do with you. I don't even know why the guy that paid us wants you in the first place" he spat at me and walked out of the room. "You're lucky he wants you untouched and alive" one of the other men in the room mumbled.

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.