Bloody Painter X Judge Angels Novels & Stories

Ends “Hey my beautiful Angel, I know you have joined college, it’s your dream to become a designer and I know you’ll achieve it, I’ll be waiting to wear your handmade design for me, remember this you’ll be my personal designer, may all your wish come true and I know my Angel is a warrior, who doesn’t back out from anything. Here is my wish for you Angel, Keep smiling, your smile lit up my small world. Hugs and good luck wishes” - Your Admirer

They had to pick up Diana on their way. "They all have different killers. The four of them " The examiner on the right side started, on his badge was written, Dylan. He adjusted his glasses well on his face and then his nose mask. His white glove was a little bit stained with the blue pen he was holding. Right beside him were three other people. They seemed like students more like interns. They all carried a notepad jotting was the examiner was saying. He breathed in repeatedly as he scratches his forehead, "Something still amazes me" he continued, "three of the drawings, I mean the cross sign were made by the same person ". Anthonia eyes nearly popped out. "How is that even possible? " She

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?"

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

meanwhile in the dark sky two love cupids evil angel and good angel evil angel : why are you looking depressed good angel : can't you see their pain two guys dying for her and this girl loves him more than anything I'm sad to see them heartbroken evil angel : it's their fate no one can change it we still don't know what's there in that girl's heart good angel : I want to see happiness evil angel : life is mixture of both happiness and sorrow good angel : I will make them happy at any cost I will heal their hearts which are craving for love evil angel : woah I will watch

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

The artist exposes his inner soul. “You are really amazing, you know that?” The words just pop out of my mouth. “Ten thousand fucking thumbs up. Seriously. Give me your sperm.” I point at the painting. “I want my children to have those genes. I’ll take it in a to- go cup if that’s convenient.” He grins bigger than I’ve ever seen him grin before. And there’s zero sexiness to it; all I see is joy. He looks like how I’ve always imagined the archangel Gabriel.