City Of Angels Book Novels & Stories

NOELLE I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring. "Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—" Rage ignites under my skin instantly. I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."

Luhan seems to be right. I wandered around until I found myself in a bookstore. I went on the run. My eyes immediately wandered to the bustling bookstore. I headed to the shelves full of stacked books. Until my eye landed on the big book about the past of our world. I immediately picked it up and opened it. I have studied the past of our world for a long time so I know about the friendship between the demon and the angel that was broken because of their love for the same female fairy. here. Even the seven races that are here, which are now only five because we have separated the world of demons and angels. I hurried back to the front of this store where the woman was the one charging the fee

Angel was flattered when Borris opened the door and acted like a true gentleman. “You deserve this special treatment. Have fun.” "Thanks." After Borris closed the car door for her, there was only silence in the car. Angel let Xander concentrate on driving, while she was busy enjoying the beautiful scenery of New York City at night. Although there was a lot of trash in the corners of New York City, for her, New York City was still the most beautiful city. Angel imagined herself in a few years to come enjoying the beauty of New York City with the people she loved. With a husband and some adorable children who called her mommy noisily.

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

“I know his type. Rich, powerful, broken. They think their trauma gives them a pass to treat everyone else like garbage. He was never going to love you Angel. You were a project. A pet. A pretty little butterfly he could keep in a gilded cage until he got bored.” “Stop it,” I whispered, turning to look out the window. We weren’t heading towards Elena’s neighborhood. We were heading towards the river, towards the dark, industrial part of the city where warehouses loomed like sleeping giants. A cold knot of fear began to tighten in my stomach. “This isn’t the way to your apartment.” “We’re taking a little detour,” she said, her voice losing its sugary coating, becoming flat and cold. “There’s

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

She motioned with her hand beside her with a devilish grin. Angel's heart skipped a beat. Getting into the car was not going to be anything good. Yet, where is the choice? Angel fearfully let go of the bag and took a step towards the car. The roses and chocolate find their way to the ground helplessly. The maniacal grin of Stella made Angel shake with terror, and her eyes stung with tears, fearing the worst to come. She wished someone would save her, but she was all alone. Angel stretched out her shaking hands to get the door. Luckily, Phil bounced from the back, calling her name. It was a save Angel was waiting for, and Phil was an angel sent from heaven.

A few more tried attacking him here or there, but they could do nothing against his power. Their city was still pristine, but it was nearly empty. The angels had never been a prolific race, but the war had all but wiped them out. Their numbers were a mere fraction of what they'd been half a decade ago—with most of the survivors being only children themselves. They watched him with fearful and teary eyes from the shadows of barren buildings. He felt no pity for them—theirs was a race that courted death continually until death eventually took them up on their offer.

William answers me, he's dealing with the more gentle kind of humans while I have to deal with the rebels. "That's good, but one of yours have slipped and it's on my side now," I say, I'm pretty sure Angel should be on his side of the city, she took the test and she's one of the cutest kind of pets you could ever ask for, I can't wait to explain to her what she really is and get her slipping into her headspace and her place on this earth.