Clockwork Angel Series Novels & Stories

Kurt grinned then. "Maybe now I believe we do have a chance," he said with gusto. "Keep it down, Kurt. This is between us two," Angel cautioned. Kurt nodded, beaming with smiles. When Angel lay on his bed with hands folded behind his head, he directed his eyes to the sidewall, settling them on the clock. It was a big digital one, mounted up the concrete wall for everyone to see. He noted it was 3 a.m. He was glad for a lot of things that night, one of them was escaping the cry of pain and anguish that sipped through the walls every night.

“If you touch him I will remove your wings.” The angel tilts his head. “You have threatened that before.” “And I will eventually follow through.” The Custodian interrupts. Conflict will not accelerate preparation. Matteo raises a hand. “Actually conflict might help my stress levels right now.” No one laughs. Severiel glances at the star map still hovering in the chamber. The artificial world continues drifting slowly across it. The angel’s smile fades slightly. “Seven years is generous.” My head turns toward him. “What.” He looks directly at the Custodian.

A loud roaring was heard and a bang was echoed in the air. Hunter’s PoV I was getting worried with each passing second, it’s been two hours since she was in the washroom, I could hear the shower, but not a single sound other than that. I knocked at the door lightly, impatience taking away my sanity. “Angel,” I whispered softly. “Baby, please open the door, my love” I whispered a little louder but no sound was heard. I panicked when it continued for a few more minutes. She wasn’t responding, no reply, no voice from within. She was sobbing an hour ago, but ever since an hour and 5 minutes now, she was numb. I pushed the door, banging it loudly, now, not waiting for another second, I kicked the

I texted Angel not to disturb me for a while. *** "So what is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked him as soon as he sat on my couch in my room. I had locked the room. "It's very serious." His face was serious enough to tell me that. "First of all, tell me this, how does Carl," he said his name with so much venom and hatred, "…know about this Kristina?" "That, I don't know myself…" He was right. How did Carl know about Angel? That was a very serious and disturbing question.

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

Not to mention if they found out that she was one of the guardian angels. Jayantha looked down at his mate who was clutching the front of his clothes. He couldn't see her expression because the cap covered her face , but he was sure that she was frightened. “ Tsk tsk tsk, the modern human world can be really scary, they should be happy Xerxes isn't here." Carlos was equally angered by the noise crowds. Although they were warned never to hurt any human, everyone knows that only the two younger Hawthorne were keeping those rules, the older Hawthorne would have felt disgusted by a mere human trying to make him change his plan.

“The day after tomorrow.” My heart skipped. So soon. Japheth hadn’t told me yet. Was he planning to? Or was he waiting for the right moment? I smiled to myself. If he wanted to call me into his bedroom just to tell me the date, I wouldn’t complain. Not even a little. “You should get prepared,” Angel wrote. “And get me prepared too.” I nodded. Packing her things was my responsibility. As I left her room, I wondered if I should ask my assistant to help. It would be easier, but part of me wanted to do it myself.

The injustice burned within him, fueling his anger and frustration. The car pulled up to the Blackwood estate, the driver opening the door for Lucas to exit. He stepped out into the night air, his eyes still cold, his expression unreadable. Marcus followed, his face equally impassive. The silence between them was a chasm, a divide that seemed insurmountable. Lucas knew that he had to make a choice: conform to his father's expectations or forge his own path. The consequences of either choice weighed heavily on his mind. *** Ivy's smile faltered for a moment as she glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. 8 pm. Where were Lucas and Marcus? She had expected them to arrive hou

Wrath asked, voice low and dangerously smooth. She licked her lips, blinking up at him innocently. The sight shook him. Slowly a full smile embraced his face which halted Angela’s breath. “Because the countdown is over. It’s time for you to return to me, Angel.”

“Oh look, our patient is awake.” If I hadn’t been watching her so closely, I would have missed it. And I’m not even sure I saw what I think I saw. It’s not possible. It can’t be. But it was there, a moment, where Angel’s eyes flashed golden. The golden eyes of the Guardian. “I’m Dr. Phillips.” She introduces herself to Angel. “Angel.” “Angel, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve been looking after you since you arrived here in Shadow Falls Pack. Do you mind if I take a look at…” She stops, looking at the IV that is no longer attached to Angel’s arm.