Novel & Cerita Brent Weeks Night Angel

[Rachel’s POV] Vincenzo invited me to the East Coast, saying we needed to discuss an alliance. This time, I did something unusual. Instead of taking a helicopter, I boarded a train alone. Not long after I sat down, a man wearing a cap and sunglasses took the seat across from me. He spoke first. “Don’t look at me. Just read a book.” I opened a book and replied quietly, “Victor, I told you I don’t want to see you again.”

She also felt numb. She downed the contents of another shot glass. She couldn’t stand what her uncle and aunt had done to her. They treated her like she wasn’t their family! She knew she was making a sacrifice for the company her parents left her, but she just couldn’t stomach marrying Fuentes. After downing several more glasses of alcohol, she stumbled onto the dance floor. Her vision was spinning, but she didn’t care. Her true intention for the night was fading from her mind. Anger and hatred took over, even though she felt she had no tears left. She would drown every moment in the glow of neon lights and the pounding music.

I was ready to take off when I heard the shuffling of feet and rustling of leaves behind me. The bushes parted and out stepped an... angel. An angel of death, with huge black wings and a grin that took me to heaven and hell all at once. Another Dragon Shifter… how could that be?

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

Adam argued, still defending me. "She deserved that. Gavin knows better what he should do!" Catherine argued with Adam. Adam turned to Gavin, who was still staring at me with a glare. Gavin immediately pulled my hand into the room. "Come in here, bitch! Don't you dare leave the room and meet that man? He's not the angel responsible for saving you. You have to pay for your sin, Mahira!" Gavin immediately slammed my body on the bed. I was in so much pain that tears came to my eyes, and I couldn't hold back the pain as Gavin's hands pulled me in and threw me down mercilessly.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

I was staring at his back when Ace tapped my cheek and raised a questioning brow at me. "What?" I asked him. He traced his fingers down my cheek to my jaw and tilted my head forcing me to look him straight in the eyes. "Just a few hours and you're already forgetting how jealous I can get, Natalie? Tsk, bad girl. You'll beg for mercy tonight, sweet gattina," he said softly then let go of me. My cheeks burned as he stood up straight then threw me one last glance before leaving the room. So much for being angry. ACE'S POV

he asked me. "No just don't disturb me." I said him and left for the elevator. I punched the button for 11th floor. I was feeling hot and I'm sure that slut gave me high dose of aphrodisiac. The elevator stopped and I got off from it and walked towards my room. I checked the room number twice as I'm not in my right sense. It is indeed my room. I unlocked the room with my master key and entered the room. To make sure that no one can enter the room while I'm in this state I locked the room properly. I can feel my erection due to the drug so i decided to take a cold shower. As I turned I couldn't believe my eyes. There was an angel sitting on my bed. Am I hallucinating? I pinched myself but no

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.