Dark Angel Andrews Novel Novels & Stories

*Andrew* The narrow passageway I navigated felt like a dreamscape turned nightmare. Each footfall echoed, reminding me how far I had strayed from safety into this oppressive darkness. My instincts, honed through years of hardship and survival, screamed at me to return. The realization that my audacity had led me to a blind alley weighed heavily on my conscience. I had left Azize and Dante unguarded, and now those decisions gnawed at me relentlessly.

Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right officially ended here. Thanks to all the readers who've supported this book. Writing it took over a year. I wrestled with whether to stick to the original ending. Before the Dawn War, the story was headed for a tragic ending. Below is the original tragic ending. Just take a look and don't dwell on it. Skip if it's too heavy. Andrew, reborn, grew weaker and died of illness.

Andrew speaks first. “He was going nowhere Drake. He had inflicted so many injuries on the girl such that she couldn't even speak. I think he even ruptured her lungs and kidneys. Look at the ground, blood in her urine, and here he is with more weapons for more torture.” Drake looks at the assorted weapons in Andrew's hands and smiles. I wonder what he has seen funny. “I guarantee you that by the time I am through with her Drake, she will tell us everything. She will even tell us more than we need to know.” Andrew says.

I thought to myself, suddenly feeling another wave of sadness. “He’s breathing.” Lex’s response came in a low voice. “But not for long.” I found myself seething. Andrew has to die. He has to pay for being a betrayal. I sat beside him, minutes or maybe hours passing, and I still didn’t feel better. However, I recalled that I had to make plans for Aurelia and the kids’ departure so I mercilessly dragged Andrew’s body through the rough path of the forest, taking him to my pack’s prison.

Andrew. I cursed his name under my breath, my fists clenching so tightly my knuckles turned white. He had been there, right under our noses, pretending to be a friend, Shenaya’s friend. Now, he’d kidnapped her, stolen Zoey, and sold Lucy into slavery. My mind was spinning, rage surging through my veins like wildfire. And then there was Skylar. How had she come back? I saw her dead body myself. Andrew’s note echoed in my mind: *“The only way you can get rid of Skylar is if her body is burnt. Unless you do that, she is still coming for you.”*

Gerald pinned me to the couch and had his way with me over and over again. … I mopped the floor, my waist still sore from yesterday's activities. Then, Rachel tottered to me in her heels with another young woman who was dressed expensively. They shoved me into the bathroom and refused to let me leave. I stared at the other woman for a while before laughing softly. Rachel scowled and snapped, "What are you laughing at?" I was laughing at how these rich kids conspired to commit crimes. The arrogant woman with Rachel was Isla Sadler—she was one of the people who'd caused Lila's death.

Andrew took my virginity when I was vulnerable, so I would stop at nothing to make him pay for it. I slid the card back into my pocket and headed upstairs. Careful not to stain anything with the imaginary dirt on my hands, I wiped my hands on my apron before I pushed the door open. “Goodness! This is pure luxury.” I blurted out at the sight of a heaven-like bedroom. Taking glances around the room gradually filled me with anger. How could Andrew have this type of life handed to him on a gold platter? Remorseless humans like him should be living in destitute and not in luxury. I spun around to face the dresser mirror, raking my right hand through my hair while my left hand rested on the golden

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."

It felt like evil monsters were standing right outside the door, waiting to jump inside and grab my babies! Andrew's face completely changed. The gentle, nice man who was just playing with toy cars on the floor vanished in a single second. His jaw went tight and hard like iron. His dark eyes burned with a fierce, terrifying fire that made my heart jump. He threw the scary notes onto the floor, pulled his heavy leather jacket over his shoulders, and whipped out his black phone from his pocket. Andrew ran out of the hospital with speed, his heavy boots thumping loudly against the shiny floorboards as he pushed the door wide open.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.