Clockwork Angel Novels & Stories

‘Or worse, they might kill Tony! And this time, Angel now knew him. Knew his name. Minutes ago. He’s not a stranger anymore. Unlike the cabbie. ‘I can't have that in my conscience.’ Again. The faucet dripped. One bead after another. Like a clock ticking down. Slowly. Like time had stopped. ‘So, what do I do now?’ He eyed Tony. Tony who looked like he was undressing Angel. His posture was relaxed. Even though the door had just burst open!

As he was thinking about that, two bodyguards strolled below his room and he knew it would be impossible to leave through this way. The wristwatch on his hand read 9:00am and Chiara was not yet out. He had begrudgingly worn the expensive wristwatch to keep track of time, after been lost in time the past couple of days, he was grateful for the wristwatch. It was a really classy wristwatch, something he would never buy and he hated wearing it, but it felt good to have a knowledge of time, something he had always taken for granted. Being locked in that dark basement had made him value the wristwatch, he didn't mind if it was made of rubber or gold, as long as it told the time. He wondered if sh

Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow. Kram faced everyone and deeply breathed slowly, worried and restless. His wings slowly went down as he sighed in fear and worry, “A vampire was awakened in the human world,” he said, loud and clear for everyone to hear him. All eyes looked at him in horror; the angels looked at each other at the same time, some got worried and some began to panic. They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all

Angel One thing that I hate more than pink is Monday. I'm not a morning person, and the beeping of my alarm is annoying me as hell. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Shut! Beep! The! Beep! Fuck! Beep! Up!

“When I first met him, I thought he was crazy. Time travel is another myth in my timeline. Its stories and made up. We left the museum and I was supposed to have a visit with my mother after taking the two children home, but she didn’t show. So went back to the museum and back to the clock.” Angela smiled, “You felt the pull.” Jenna looked at her confused, “The pull?” she asked. Angela nodded, “Angelo is the clock’s keeper, but the clock itself pulls to those who want to change their destiny, and then Angelo can decide if he feels they are worthy.”

When she mentioned her name to the receptionist, they instructed Mariko to go directly to his office. As Mariko knocked on the door first before he went inside the CEO's room, she noticed the man standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the view of a skyscraper. He has this salt and pepper-colored hair. His hands were inside his pockets. Ethan notices her presence and turned around to face her. He frowned upon seeing a woman standing at the front door, wearing a black shirt and army pants, with her hair tied in a loose braid. "Mr. Reed, I am agent Angel, from the Moon Castle Agency. I am the person in-charge to protect your son, Marcus Reed." Ethan smiled. He walked toward his swivel

I made a mental note for my next play. “I won’t hurt… her,” But that didn’t mean I wasn’t allowed to hurt anyone else. Right? **** “Angel, I’m home,” It was dark in here, only moonlight prevented me from breaking the vase but when I glanced above the fireplace, there wasn’t any there, which made me frown because I always kept it there, like mother used to. Beside the fireplace, a gothic clock stood there, dinged when time displayed to be three in the morning. There were chocolate brownies under the plastic cover, I bent and stuffed three of the bites at least while checking around if Angel was still up. Thinking about her, I tried to recall her real name Mattia told me, but couldn’t.

The next night the house felt heavier, like it was holding its breath. Angel waited until the clock ticked past one a.m. before she slipped into the bathroom. She turned the water on hot—let steam fill the small space until the mirror fogged over and the air turned thick. She left the door unlocked. Wide open, actually. An invitation she didn’t need to speak.

Hailey finally got up from the floor, her body aching from the long hours of crying. Glancing at the wall clock, she realized it was already midnight. Her stomach churned, not from hunger but from guilt, yet she knew that if Cassian came back and found she hadn't eaten, his anger would only deepen.