D N Angel Krad の小説・ストーリー

************** AT THE STRIPPER CLUB Crystal pov I hate my life. I hate my job. Why me?? Why is my life so miserable? I don't know who my father is, and the only person I have in this world is also in a coma. My life just keeps getting worse everyday. Why do I have to live like this??. " Crystal, crystal. " Someone called my name. I quickly wiped my tears. "Yes angel." I answered. Angel is the club manager. "Crystal get ready faster, Damien Montenegro is here". She giggled excitedly.

The skill she displayed made Drake realize that she wasn’t an ordinary woman. “Who are you?” He asked with his face plastered harshly against the wall. “Call me the Black Angel. To some, I’m their savior and to others, my presence means death.” Suddenly, her phone rang. Casper had listened to everything Jenna said about her conversation on the phone with Drake, earning an air of coldness from him. What kept ringing in his mind was how she cried,

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

“Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?” Vincenzo replied, “Did you actually believe that? You really are an idiot.” I raised a brow, my right hand slowly moving toward the gun at my waist. “I can’t make Rachel change her mind,” Vincenzo added, “but I can help you kill her and put you back on your throne as the Don.” A sinister smile spread across his face. “The price is Brooklyn and Queens.” I said nothing. Just as my fingers brushed against my gun, the guard beside me pressed a barrel against my head.

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

Angel nodded and said “It’s a business Dirk I would expect no less, but I will be paying for everything in advance completely, any extra cost can be billed to me at a later date. What I need to know from you is if you can setup the work area in the garage at the house, lifts and all tools, car, everything before Christmas morning.” Dirk said baldly “If my guys got to work Christmas Eve, it’s going cost you extra.” Angel nodded and replied “Done.” Dirk blinked rapidly, before asking cautiously “Just who the hell are you kid?” Angel smiled and said, “I’m Angel Denae McDaniel’s.” He knew Justin worked for the Denae’s a very, rich family, but everyone knew the McDaniel’s. Jesus, this kid was on

Angel “Where are you coming from?” Drake’s voice filled the room, calm but heavy enough to make the air feel tight. “I… I… I…” I stammered, my thoughts still scattered from everything that had happened. He was seated on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were not. They were sharp. Judging. “You missed a test, Angel,” he said slowly. “And you reward me with being dropped off by another man. Interesting.”

Danzel interrupted, clearly irritated. "Yeah, I gotta go, honey," Creed winked at me. "Don't you fucking call her that," Danzel spat, stepping closer to his friend. "Chill, man! We're friends now, aren't we?" Creed asked, looking at me. "Yeah," I replied hesitantly, not sure how Danzel would react. "See!" Creed smirked triumphantly. Danzel glared at him murderously and took another step forward. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry, she's all yours. You are such a possessive brat," Creed laughed, backing toward the door. "And please, Angelina, give him a quick goodbye kiss so we won't be late!"