Don't Call Me Angel Novels & Stories

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

CHELSEA "Beshy?" I almost jumped in surprise at Angel's sudden call. Nervously, I turned to her and waited to see if she was going to scold me for going against our agreement not to see or talk to Red again. "Angel..." I called her softly, as if a child asking for forgiveness for a wrongdoing. "What are you doing here? I told you to wait for me there, right?" Angel said, sounding puzzled. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I realized that she hadn't seen Red. "Thank goodness..." I accidentally whispered to myself, but Angel quickly turned to me and asked, "What? Did you say something?"

We march towards the base because it's somewhat secluded and on the way, in a desperate attempt to ignore Xavier and Luc next to me whispering sweet nothings to each other, I pull out my phone and listen to the voicemail. "Hi, Teddy Bear," Angelique begins, slurring her words and with loud music playing in the back, "I don't know what to say. I don't know why I even called you, really. I just... I’m in my party, drinking, and dancing with my friends and I felt so... alone. It's a weird feeling and it's never happened to me before. I have all these people in my house, wanting to talk to me and yet it's like no one is really here."

every day was always filled with fun with brother Luci, after he’s free from the supreme, he will teach me how to play different types of instrument and also how to train my voice to be like his own. He was a very good and jovial angel, he liked me so much and I also liked him, we play like we’re of the same age where as he’s older than me with 9 millenniums and the same goes to other angels, the angel using the least age to senior me is 5 millenniums. So they always refer to me as the little one and refuse to play with me.

I told him as if reminding him not to forget a thing, not a person who could decide for himself whether he would want to go or not. Frank was about to steer the car away from Heaven Avenue when he slowed down again after hearing me clear my throat. He glanced at me, waiting for me to say something. I took a deep breath as I looked outside the street, seeing two teenagers laughing while walking on the pavement. “Are you sure you met all the Angelas working in this area?” “Yep,” he answered as he continued driving. “I even met girls with names Angelica, Angelou, Angel-” “Just a yes or no, Frank,” I said impatiently, cutting him.

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

At this time, Angel was lying on her bed, reading the comments that followed the post that was trending about Finn and Tracy being arrested for attempted murder. When she saw the call, she answered it and said, "Hello, who am I speaking with?" "Is this Ms. Angel?" The bartender asked. "Yes, why do you ask?" "There's a man called Alex here in my bar. He's wasted, and we're going to be closing in no time. He's all alone." "So how did you know to call me?" Angel asked. "Well, before he started drinking, he called me and gave me a number on a piece of paper saying, 'If I get too wasted, please call this number. Her name is Angel and she's the only one I can trust."

he explained with a dull smile. Kamilla could feel herself becoming optimistic. From a man's perspective, she believe Kyriz could be right. "So, be careful with the three angels," he says, casting an anxious glance at the three women in the distance, who are exchanging meaningful looks. "If possible, avoid Sir Samuel. Those three will not spare you" Michael gave her a sympathetic smile. "Until one of them bears the Petrov name, I do not see why I should be afraid of them," she said calmly, meeting each of her team members' gazes.

" I hung up. A few minutes later I heard my phone buzz. A photo of my Angel displayed on the MMS leaving me shell shocked. ♡ Angela♡ You're best friend is calling. . . You're best friend is calling . . . "Wait! I'm coming." I said as my phone rang continuously. I sat down on the couch and took deep breaths wiping off the sweat on my forehead. "Hello?" I asked, breathlessly. "Woah, did you run a marathon?"

It was from confusion and a slow-building panic. What wedding? I hadn’t agreed to anything. I hadn’t signed my life away yet and definitely not to a loveless marriage. “What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, immediately dialing the only person in that godforsaken family who didn’t drive me insane right now. Angel. The phone rang twice before she picked up, her voice light and laced with amusement. “Well, well, look who’s finally calling his favourite sister,” she teased. I wasn’t in the mood for jokes. “Angel,” I said, my voice tight. “What the hell is going on?”