Cross Ange Anime Novels & Stories

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

My eyes widened as I realized that I had worn a matching set last night before heading to the party — that matching set just happened to be pink, "you, you were they're the one to change me last night." "That's right, baby," Ace leaned his weight against the kitchen counter crossing his arms over his chest which had the short sleeves of his tee riding up. I could see a hint of a tattoo branding his right bicep, "so, back to my question. Can you tell me what the hell happened last night because I'd love to know why you had one drink and then passed out in my arms?" What? What the actual fuck happened to me last night?