Charmed Angels Novels & Stories

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

“They were childhood friends of Chelsea’s, but Cynthia and Olivia were always closer. We didn’t know their real plan for Charity or Elle until we were already here. Damon’s mother, threatening to turn us over to Red Saw if we dared run.” “Thank the Goddess they’re both worm food then,” I growl out, wishing they were alive so I can kill them myself. “Both are dead. Why haven’t you taken Charity and left?” “It seems the more we run from her destiny, the more we run right into it.” He sighs, a subtle smile on his lips. “She is a wonderful gamma, though.” Pride in his words, as he stands from the couch, with me following his actions. “She is,” I agree, my hand extending, in a peace offering and

“We don’t even know where in Venice they are,” Angel scowled at him, her cheeks beginning to grow hot with embarrassment at her own excuses. “There’s only one place a runaway fairy would go in Venice,” Layon responded. Angel’s stomach clenched because she knew he was right. Though she’d never left Silverdale, she was well aware of many other supernatural communities thanks to her learning at the university. It didn’t take much to guess where Chris would have taken Reebah now that they knew a general location. “I have a job to do,”

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

Although to their Alpha, they are nothing but a strength bank to be used whenever they need them. They may be called Guardian Angels but they are a slave to their Alpha and doesn’t have much freedom as their Alpha locks them up as they are afraid to lose them. “But having a Guardian Angel is a myth, they became extinct a thousand years ago. Why would the Moon Goddess give me a Guardian Angel?” Marvin questioned and Charlie shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows? Maybe because she knows that your mate is already dead…” When Charlie noticed how Marvin’s expression changed, he quickly said something so he wouldn't offend him. “Or maybe she’s your mate!”

Daena looked at the younger, the other's short curly hair illuminated by the lights cascading from the high above, almost turning it red-like fire. "There is one law that we angels must never break, Charmaine." she replied, gliding forward, her wings disappearing into the air. "And that is to never be seen and consort with humans." Charmaine blinked at that and looked at the other in confusion. "But that was only one time," she replied as she followed the older through the throngs of angels gathered in the room. "Exactly," the older replied as she stopped at one of the pillars at the far end of the room, a hand on the gold veins patterned on the marble. "one mistake is all it took."

Slumping down on the ground, I try to rise, but chunks flow out of my lips, and my body quivers painfully. Just then, a whooshing sound resounds around me. Looking up, I find myself surrounded by two angels and several hellhounds. One of the angels steps forward, his face set in a sneer as he uses his boot to roughly push me onto my back. Crying out in pain, I tighten my lips and fully face the angels. Both angels have golden hair and eyes, as well as large feathered wings. Based on the color of their feathers, I can see that they’re seraphim. “Where’s Galena?” The seraphim scream out, enraged.

“But I will.” Mope frowned. “What wig?” “My brown curly one,” Charity said. “The one I wore to Derin’s party. It’s been missing since last semester. And guess who suddenly started rocking a wig that looks exactly like mine?” She paused for effect. “Angel.” Bisola gasped. “The Angel from Block B?”

She immediately tells him to calm down. The window rolls down. “Hello officer…” Anthony's eyes falls to the tag name, “Charles. Is there a problem?” “Looked like you were in a heated argument with the young lady next to you. Is there any problem here?” He asked and Anthony glanced back at Abby, shaking his head. “We're fine officer.” The man shifts his eyes to Abby. “Ma'am, is everything okay?” Abby nods. “Yes, we're fine.” The man stares between the both of them, his eyes hanging over Anthony a little longer than he preferred.

Getting comfortable, I quickly get lost in the show. During the second episode, Angelo mutters, “I’d kill half the people in that town just for being annoying.” A chuckle escapes me. “Yeah, Hope is a bit much, and Charmaine is a conniving witch.” “Bitch,” he corrects me. “What the fuck did he see in her?” “I don’t know,” I sigh with happiness. “The guy needs to grow a pair.” “Uh-huh.” After a few minutes, Angelo mutters, “Christ, why do you like this show?”