Dark Angel John Sandford Novels & Stories

The Angel's eyes were not seen no more, only his evil smirk for he covered it with his hood again. "You are a liar," he grunted. "You all are!" he flashes a smile. "I am going to be waiting for all of you, watching you. And either what you'll accomplish, you will fall in an awful adventure." Amorivia didn't know what to feel. The Angel has been gone for quite some minutes now but her legs were still soft. What if she chose to be with him? Will those lonely eyes of him be replaced with something? And when she gets back to the Lost boy, should she tell him that what she thought was Peter is the Angel?

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

The way her body surrender to his touch, sent a sudden gush in his entire body, all he could think was she under him, moaning his name. He tried to sleep, but those innocent filled eyes, the way she looks at him, like no other, he could see the love in her eyes, he’s carving to hear from her. She is something he always carves for, those years seeing her from far, not able to go in front of her were like a nightmare to him, but now she is here, all he could think is to save her from all the evils out there. He knows he’s Devil, his innocent Angel was the only one who could keep him sane, he prayed every day to keep that smile on her face.

"D*mn this f*ck*ng life!" He mumbled to himself as he gripped his wine glass tightly in anger. He cringes with anger whenever he thinks of his chaotic life. Because his whole life is full of chaos and violence, if he doesn't get hurt, the people around him are put in danger, so he takes double precautions and surveillance. He also can't let go of the responsibility that has been imposed on him because this has become his defense mechanism to people whose souls are evildoers. He has to be evil to protect himself and the people close to him. Apart from Spawn who is his son, there is one woman that he also needs to protect and that is River.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

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

Fernando rolled his eyes seeing how the small girl wrapped his grandson around her fingers. “My beautiful angel.” murmuring he let go her hand and lifted her veil over her head. Ana stretched a nervous smile and her big doe like eyes stared at him with anticipation. Leo moved closer. “Boss, you can’t ...” Victor said smirking, who was also standing beside the priest. In was like few of the rare time when Leo let him have some fun otherwise after whatever Blaze did he had stopped and maintained his bossy arrogant attitude.

As he took slow steps closer to Cordelia with a frown on his face, a young, handsome-looking man came out of nowhere and pulled Cordelia by the arm. “Hi, baby. I’m sorry I took time in the restroom.” The stranger uttered with a grin. Cordelia looked so confused, but as the smart girl she was, she figured out that he was trying to save her. So she didn’t push him away. This stranger was Jared Lambert, a twenty-five year old guy, the son of Sir Luther Lambert, leader of the East America drug cartel, and nephew to El Azul Lambert, the leader of the Colima drug cartel in Europe. El Azul had connections all over Europe and was given almost the same respect as the President.

Seriously! "And why would I do that? All the fictional characters in the anthology deserve to die! It's basically their punishment!" I immediately crossed the table and chased after him to get the quill back, but we just kept going around and around the room, and I couldn't catch him! So in the end, we were both breathless and sat down in our respective spots. "There are a lot of ways to punish a person without killing them. Like betrayals and eternal life after taking away their sanity," he said seriously after a while and just leaned against the headboard of the bed.

I turned into his chest, burying my face against the fabric of his shirt, breathing him in until Daniel’s scent was nothing but a memory. He pulled me closer, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other rubbing slow circles on my spine. I pulled back just enough to look up at him. To find his dark eyes. They were watching me now with an intensity that bordered on obsession. “He was there,” I whispered, my lower lip trembling despite my best efforts to control it. “He said—he said he was coming back—” “He’s not coming back.” Daddy’s arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his chest. His voice was fierce. Absolute. Leaving no room for doubt. “He’s dead, Angel. I killed him myse