Novel & Cerita Don't Call Me Angel

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Angel POV. It is me, Angel, well now I'm known as Elizabeth Piper, my daddies call me Elizabeth, and sometimes Ellie, or Bethy, or angel, they still call me angel, they say I'm their angel. It's been three hundred years already, and I'm still working with papa Logan, I never wanted to sit home and not work, I don't do well being a stay-at-home princess, I'm better working.

Alora I wasn’t angry at being sedated, and in fact Killian had asked me. I was afraid that if he attempted to keep me restrained in the car I would lose my ever loving shit. Not that I haven’t already been losing my shit, as that’s kind of been the whole theme for a little while now. Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, I have been losing my shit my whole fucking life.

"I barely do. I will try to rest, please fix this. I have better things to do with my time than receiving calls from assholes." She laughed. "You had better get ready, because you will be receiving many more. He is your future son-in-law after all." "I do not need a reminder." He groaned. "Buona notte, Bambino." (Good night, Child.) "Buona notte, Papa." (Good night, Dad.) She ended the call. She sent a text to her security guard, telling him to open the gate and she returned the phone to her pocket. She felt Xavier's gaze on her and she knew he was curious about the situation. However, she did not look at him or bother explaining anything, she simply watched the movie.

The other retorted. “Bet.” “Bet!” They cross fingers and lay back in their chairs. My phone beeps in my pocket. I picked it up and saw the display in the form of a text. A text from Angel. What does she want this time? I've told her countless times never to call me except emergencies and if she dares put up a funny move I'll deal with her. She can't play her way into my heart anymore, I used to love and adore her but she threw my love to the mud and let the pigs have a field day. Angel and I are old news. I'd rather turn into a monk than lift a finger to touch her.

She really hoped she could talk to her cousin, Ellena, but she couldn't be contacted since yesterday. But calls from Xander kept coming on her cell phone. She ignored all the calls and finally Xander stopped calling her around seven this morning. Angel wasn't ready to talk to Xander after their last conversation yesterday. She needed time to recover from all that pain and return to being normal. The ringing of the cell phone startled Angel from all her thoughts. She lazily reached for her cell phone because she thought the call came from Xander. No one had called her except Xander since yesterday. Angel planned to ignore the call again and put her cell phone back on the nightstand. But Angel

Our little light. "Good. Good," I folded my hands under my chin, propping myself up on my elbows. "If we continue on this path we might just salvage this year and-" My phone cut me off. Throne by Bring Me The Horizon sputtered to life. I glanced down at the screen. Angelique was calling. My heart dropped to my shoes. As if we didn't have enough problems already.

"In case we see her again. I'll go ask her, 'What's up?' If the asshole even thinks of saying anything, I'll pop 'em." Angel chuckled, but he didn't feel the least bit amused. This was starting to feel weird. It wasn't like Sarah to not answer when he called. She always answered. Even when she did miss his call, she'd call back almost immediately. But then he had called from the restaurant phone. Maybe she didn't recognize it. He'd only called her from that line a few times. "I'll call you back, dude," Angel said. "Call her," Romero persisted. "I will."

’ ‘Angel…’ ‘Fine…since you wanted it…so bet it…I, Angel Reeves accept the rejection of Ronald Meyers, and starting from now on, you’re completely forgotten.’ ‘ANGEL!’

“Don’t always think people are out to get you. Sometimes they’re just trying to survive too.” With that, she stepped out, shutting the door behind her. Angel sat still. This time, she didn’t look in the mirror. She didn’t want to see her reflection. * * * After practice, Angel’s phone rang. She stepped away from the others, shoulders tight as she checked the caller ID. Brie. Of course. She exhaled sharply and answered, lowering her voice. “I told you not to call me when I’m at work.” Brie’s voice came through sharp, bitter. “Adriana and you messed this up for me and now you’re telling me not to contact you when you’re at work?”