Novel & Cerita Devil Cookie X Angel Cookie

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

he continued. “Or heaven must have really messed up with me, Dad,” I murmured in annoyance, but he only smirked at me. “Can angels have babies?” Olivia sat upright as she asked, looking at Elenita, but when she ignored her, she pressed her forehead again on the car window. “Oh! There’s Angela!” She raised her hand, pointing her finger at the two young women and a man getting into a convenience store. I had not caught a glimpse of their faces, but I had enough of her. This is the last time I will look for Angela. And after today, I will forget about her… wishing I could really forget her.

Travis must be keeping his staff very busy. I wasn’t actually alone though, as the pastry chef, a gamma named Devon, was almost dancing through the kitchen, turning on the stand mixer, taking dough out of the fridge and punching it into shape, and molding the little shortbread cookies everyone adored. The air was deliciously heavy with baking smells, letting me breathe in sugar and cinnamon and cloves.

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.

"And one more thing, my perfume is good." You really think it’s okay when it’s not. Duh! “Don’t worry, if I’m with you, I’ll gonna use it. I just didn't expect to see you tonight." He stopped walking and held her hand. "You're really beautiful, Angel. You are truly an angel." And you’re the demon.

Chapter 38 A week later It was Angel's birthday the next day. Scarlet was making cookies for their little bundle of joy. Angel had invited all her friends. As per her wish, Ace had gifted her a bicycle and Scarlet baked her favorite Vanilla cake along with chocolate pudding. Angel was dressed pretty in a green ball gown that matched her turquoise eyes. It was time to blow the candles and sing the birthday song when there was a knock at the door. A parcel arrived for her from New York.

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."