Charmed Angels Novels & Stories

She didn't say anything but kept silent while turning her fists into balls. "Hmm, I don't think you could get yourself ready by your own. Your body is still sore isn't it!?" Amara heard the maid's voice again and she stepped out of the bathroom realizing that she doesn't have any option other than agreeing with her. That's how she got dressed up in a black lacy dress which hugged her body showing off all those gifted curves which looked like they were sculptured by the god himself. Mrs. Hess, the old maid who helped Amara to dress up praised the girl who's looking herself in the mirror dressed like an angel.

Charlie pulled Angus over and looked at Antonio as he spoke, “Let me introduce you. This is Angus. He runs a roast goose restaurant in Oskiatown, and there is a gang called Burning Angels who come to him every month to extort three thousand US dollars from him. What's your connection with the Burning Angels?” “They have no connection with me…” Antonio subconsciously tried to excuse himself, but before he could finish, he suddenly realized that this might be the reason why Charlie had come looking for him in the first place!

The abrupt shift of everything around him was so confusing and nauseating. ‘I think they made me smell something..?’ The sickly-sweet smell still lingers in his nose and mouth. It coated his tongue like rot wrapped in sugar. Chloroform? It had to be. That dizzying chemical grip was unmistakable. “Merda! Ille furcifer Bernardus! (Shit! That scoundrel Bernardo!)” Angel recognized the voice. ‘The perverted old geezer!’ Don Federico! Angel’s heart pounded.

Those little angels and demons that stay on each side of my shoulder and telling me what to do and what not to do. The angel was the goody-two-shoes that kept pulling at me. "Your plan will only backfire Charity, can't you see? What if you fall in deep for him" No I won't! I know what I feel currently towards him. There's no way I'm loving a murderer, sleeping with him is one thing. What I feel towards him is pure attraction and want…right? "Oh please! Let the girl think, she has a mind of her own" Thank you left shoulder demon.

'Funny you should say that actually, because usually I do. 'So, what's different now?' ' What's different?' he said, his face twisting bitterly. 'What's different, Casey, is that what happened yesterday should never have happened. That thing you saw – the Angel – is no ordinary angel sent out to wreak divine judgement on those that have seen our world. That Angel was a Cherubim and I haven't seen a Cherubim in a very, very long time.' 'A Cherubim?' I frowned. 'You mean, like a Cherub?'

The angels however gave a very weak clap. "The angels performing in this contestant are Michael, Carshena, Gadreel, Adriel and Nahamani". The response of the angels showed that they were very shocked at this new pattern. They however still clapped. Lucifer could not care less. He flew to the top of the stands and sat staring Carshena in the eyes. The angel gulped and flew to the bottom of the arena. Michael also made his way down and he tried to make eye contact with Lucifer. Lucifer however plastered a smile on his face and looked towards the crowd. If the angels were going to keep going against him instead of willingly accepting him, he was going to make them do so forcefully.

Attached to the brass ring was a small, polished silver angel, its wings curved inward. I picked it up, my large fingers feeling the weight of it. It felt unnaturally thick for a standard silver charm. I turned it over, examining the seams. It wasn't a solid piece of metal; it was two halves pressed together with a microscopic seam running along the edge of the wings. "Davis?" Charity had followed me into the kitchen, standing in the doorway, her eyes fixed on my hands with a look of absolute dread. I didn't answer. I walked over to the kitchen drawer, pulled out a heavy metal meat tenderizer, and placed the silver angel on the cutting board. With one swift, violent strike, I brought the met

were standing near the door to the room. They were the opposites to Hades and his Demon friends, they were darkly handsome, oozing sexuality and seduction, irresistibly attractive to both males and females. Not the men looking at her, they were just as tall and just as powerful and stood like Roman Centurions in their golden armour, they had long golden hair and deep blue eyes. Goodness seeped out of them, along with kindness and love, their souls were pure and Melody instinctively knew what they were, 'You, you, oh my gosh, you are Angels.' She whispered getting to her knees and bowing h

Steven said. Upon hearing it, I turned to Flint and mouthed, "really?" He nodded with a smile. "And well, we were actually running out of ideas. But one of our very creative and resourceful members, Angel," he pointed at a woman on the table beside us. She was wearing a white cocktail dress with shiny beads all over. She looks like an angel. Literal shiny Angel. Her name suits her. "She thought of this very weird thing… I really thought it was weird at first but then a few days into thinking about it, I realized that huh, it's not weird at all!" He mumbled.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.