Dark Angel John Sandford Novels & Stories

Ethan returned to his room and sat on his bed in silence. "What happened in Italy?" he tried to recall the night they returned from the casino. "Did I sleep with her?" he questioned himself but still had no answer. He lay on the bed after changing into something comfortable and closed his eyes to sleep. The next day was a Saturday. Andrews entered the Carter's compound carrying a small bag filled with his clothing. It was eight in the morning. He was ushered to the main house by one of the guards. Derby went to inform Ethan about the person looking for him.

he whispered and went outside to find out some angels were out there trying to get some information, a gossip. They suddenly felt embarrassed when he went out from the entrance. But one of the angels came near him. "Is Abu won't come back anymore?" the female angel said, Mira, one of Abu's close friends. "Mira," he said. "Will he come back?" she repeated and he frowned, "I don't know, Mira. But no one could ever go back once an angel or a grim reaper killed a living creature. After he kills the vampire, he will surely die," he explained and Mira frowned. She wished that she was there before he vanished but she knew it couldn't be helped.

Tensel was already gone to help Jane with Amelia. Andor stepped back away from Gary, his odd, rust-colored eyes assessing the healer. Sandu’s eyes burned a deep red through the relentless black. He stepped closer to Gary, a clear threat. Obviously the ancients recognized him from the healer’s encounter with Aleksei, a member of their brotherhood. “Give him blood,” Damonq said, once more collapsing on the floor beside Elina’s couch. “He more than earned it, and he’ll work even harder on the next rising.”

The windscreen had broken and caved in. Angel changed to his full human form, reached for Daniel's forearm and put off the mind-controlling device strapped around his wrist. He had seen the bastard operate it countless times and knew just how it worked. The grounds went deathly quiet. Daniel's eyes flickered open. He first seemed disoriented and then he met Angel’s gaze.. Angel grinned at him but his eyes were icy cold.

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“Listen, Miss. I’m sorry about what happened the last time that we met, I’m sorry if I pushed you away. But I just want to let you know that I am definitely not the man that you’ve been claiming me to be, okay?” “No, you are Lucifer Moden. You came here from New York three years ago and we met at the school. I’m Angela Santos. I punched you on the face the first time that I met you, and that’s the reason why we had no choice but to be the librarians of Chasung High together and--- “Stop it. I don’t even remember any of the things that you just said. I don’t know who you punched, I don’t know what school are you talking about and most importantly, I don’t know you.”

I asked gently. He went quiet. Instant regret washed over me. “I’m sorry,” I said hurriedly. “You don’t have to answer that. I shouldn’t have asked.” He sighed. “It’s all right,” he said finally. “Perhaps you deserve to know.” He leaned back slightly. “She’s been that way since birth,” he said. “She hasn’t spoken a word since the day I met her.” Pain threaded through his voice, deep and raw. I swallowed hard. And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

E era muito conveniente para ele ter alguém com o dom de Sander. As chamas tinham levado tudo, mas a esperança nascia agora das cinzas. Agora eu tinha a certeza de que foi aquele homem que forjou a morte de Sander, ateando fogo naquele reformatório. Depois tirou Sander de lá para o usar em seus rituais de espiritismo e ganhar rios de dinheiro, pois só atendia pessoas da alta sociedade. Sander estava vivo e estava muito perto de mim e eu nem sabia. Agora tinha que libertá-lo das garras daquele homem maligno e explorador.

I scoffed, "Who am I to be mad at you for such a silly reason? We just met a few days ago, we're not even friends." "Don't say that, Angel," he said, softly, lifting my face with the tip of his index finger and his thumb. "Yes, you're not a friend to me, you are so much more. Eversince, the day you came into my life, you changed it, Cherry. What was a dark, gloomy day, you turned it into a bright sunny one. You are the echo to my silence. You are happiness to my sadness. You are the light to my darkness, Angel. And I'd be damned to see a tear in these God damn beautiful eyes because of me," he softly wiped the small trace of tear at the corner of my left eye with the tip of his thumb. "I'm s

And yet now, after two innocent encounters with one forbidden redhead, he found himself risking everything. If my father finds out I'm fraternizing with the enemy, he'll skin me alive, Layon realized, yet a part of him was even angrier at himself for thinking of Angel as the enemy. She was just as much a victim of her father's actions as his father had been, if not more so. Lester Silverdale was stronger than ever, his legacy almost secured, and he never spoke of Axel. Yet Angel was clearly struggling every day to make ends meet, emotionally and physically drained.