Does Angel Dust Have A Sister Novels & Stories

"Why… why did it have to be you…" He closed his eyes, reaching out with his soul, feeling for the faint, fading trace of their blood bond in the dust. It was weak, almost gone. But it told him the truth. This was his sister. His only sister. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" he repeated, over and over, tears falling into the dust. "I didn't protect you… I actually… I actually…" He remembered the call. She was begging for help. And he thought she was just being difficult. He cut her off without a second thought.

I didn't even know if he was serenading me at that time or offering my soul to darkness. Wait. My forehead creased as a realization hit my mind that I'm not actually that sure if his wife was dead, or if the girl on the painting was really his wife to begin with, since Alastor shooed me away. Besides, Leaflet wasn't answering my question about it either. He'd just run away from me whenever he had the chance and hid at Damon's back. And of course, I still couldn't understand what he's saying and Alastor is strict and a freaking snobber. He did not even bother to talk to me again, which ended up with me realizing that I gotta discover things on my own.

However, losing Axel only made her life harder, especially when she met Damian. They don't know what Selena is thinking, what Selena wants right now. Right now, perhaps the only one Selena can trust is Damian. Damian was grateful that he had mended his relationship with Selena a little before this all happened. Angela stared at Selena from outside the room with Derek. For now, Selena could not be found. "That's my sister, isn't it?" asked Angela in a sweet voice. "Yes, she's the sister you mentioned." "Selena is similar to Arsella."

"She said you will be attending our funerals if you don't come home now." "M****a! Tell her I'm coming. Make an excuse to use the toilet and go to my room. Take the gun in the second cabinet and run." (Fuck!) Alberto said over the phone. Chiara laughed dryly and grabbed the phone from Catherine. "Wow! You really have no conscience. You are sending your little sister on a suicide mission all because you are scared." The line went silent but she could hear his ragged breathing. "You have an hour to get here. Try anything stupid and I'll kill your cute little sister and your mother. But I won't stop there, anyone who associates with you will be brutally murdered. Save me the hassle of hunting y

"Once again, I feel sorry for Lindsay. She was betrayed so early on." "With this matching couple’s pendants as solid proof, let's see how that second brother will try to spin this." "Is he going to claim he gave them to both separately?" "Haha, as the person above mentioned, it's not impossible." "That would mean he's helping outsiders while undermining his own sister." "I can't believe Justin is this kind of person—a cheating scumbag." "Angel steals someone’s brother and doesn't even spare her boyfriend. Impressive!" "Biological brother siding with outsiders to bully his actual sister. Scumbag."

“What do you mean?” The priest hesitated, then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Elianna is not your true sister by blood. She was taken in as an infant, the child of another. Your parents raised her as their own, out of compassion, but she was never told. When she discovered fragments of the truth years later, bitterness consumed her. She saw you as the chosen one, the rightful heir, while she was merely the shadow. That bitterness has now grown into hatred.” Clara’s breath caught in her chest. The words felt like stones crashing down around her. “Not my sister…” she whispered.

“You are?” “Angel.” Recognition came quickly. “Celestia’s sister.” “Yes.” A short pause followed. “What do you need?” he asked. Angel didn’t rush her answer. “I wanted to speak with you directly.” “About what?” She met his gaze. “Something that concerns both of us.” That caught his attention. He set the papers aside. “Go on.” Angel took a small step closer. “My father has made a lot of poor decisions.” “That’s not new information.”

Her tears were breaking his heart, and he might start crying too if she didn't stop. "It's okay, let's stop there," he said, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. But Angel couldn't stop - she needed to let it all out. She wanted to tell Mark everything about her father's suicide - how he had been duped by someone, how her mother had named Chad Baristanas as the culprit, and how that had led to her father's death

I froze for a minute as I watched her, running my hands through my hair as my eyes went wide as saucers. That is impossible. My ex mate specifically told me she had no living family member, so what's Angel saying right now. “You better quit the lies and pretense right now, Angel. I know you're trying to protect someone's else's identity, but I assure you, this is the worst time to do that. Just give me a fucking name and don't get intertwined in someone else's mess.” “I said, it was my brother. Your mate whom you killed is my brother.” “What?” I spat in shock, not wanting to believe this bullshit.

Narcissus' sister. Angela Athena Martinez. She was known to be ruthless just like all of the Martinez; she inherited the crazy red eyes and the jet black. Sexy and talented. That's a woman I would fuck with no hesitation. I was picky with any woman I would date but her; she could bring my bi out any day. 'Deal with them from most in need to the lea-' he began. 'I can help. I know how to stitch.' I interrupted making eye contact with the woman.