Don't Call Me Angel Novels & Stories

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

“Tsk, tsk- no curse words allowed, don’t ruin the picture in my mind of the innocent and angelic Amelia” Amelia walked out of the car. “Who would be picking me up?” “I will if I’m free, I might send a guard” “Does stony face men- maybe I’ll walk” “No, I’ll send a cab” “Oh, thanks Shawny” “You only are allowed to call me any name or any name, go in now, you’ll be late”

Cain moves closer again before asking, “ What is?” “I don’t know,” I say with tears running down my face. I move my hands to cover my ears as the call is playing on an endless loop. I hear Alec and Cain speak to each other and I hear the loud thud of feet hitting the stairs as many people seem to be on the move.

Don't! ~ Even the starts need the dark, need the dark, to shine I don't need -~ I answered the call. This is Angel. "Hello, A-Angel? N-Have you heard?" I shouted at Angel. I could hear her moaning on the other line [O-Yes, t-call me the-the i-a doctor, s-he said n-in D ** a C **** or Hospital d-daw d-brought Dem] "O-Oh go ahead, o-I'm on the way!" I said and turned off the call.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

For a moment I just glared at her, utterly expressionless, but as her eyes stared deep into my soul, I too forced a smile. Just when Dr Warner started to speak,my phone vibrated in my pocket. “No phones please!” She hissed at me, the friendly smile she had for me earlier totally disappeared. “Sorry. It's my wife!” I mumbled as I picked up the call. Angel called just in time when I was about to learn my crush’s name. Gosh, I should stop saying crush. It only deepens the feeling. “Babe!” I roared as I walked out, feeling all eyes on me, but without a little care in the world.

I said taking out my cell from my pocket. I dialed his number. It rang twice, thrice but he wasn't picking up my call. I called him again but there was still no response. I started to get worried, maybe leaving him alone was not a good choice, but it was him only who insisted that I go to work while making a puppy face, which I can't say no to. "Why the fuck he is not receiving my call??" I throw my phone at the wall in anger, making Liam and Jason flinch and breaking it into a million pieces.

What if she says something to him and he gets mad at me? Oh Lord. Seconds later, my phone pings, and I’m staring at Marciano’s number. My thumb hovers over it, bile rising to my throat. Wouldn’t it be better to call Nicolas and make up an excuse? ‘Don’t lie to me, Angelica. You’re not very good at it.’ His words hit me, the truth of it settling in. It takes me three tries to finally make the call. First ring. Second ring to the fifth. He doesn’t pick up.

_____ While everyone figured out what to do with father’s assets now that he was gone, I was more interested in getting the Angel of Death to accept the task I asked of her. I returned to the Darkside website and asked, [What would interest you?] My message went unanswered. It was probably a good thing I was doing this in Giancarlo’s absence. He wouldn’t stop laughing about me being ignored by a woman. It wasn’t every day this happened. Until I met Angelica, of course. The woman was single-handedly driving me crazy. The thought of her name made me rethink the Angel of Death’s nickname. Angel. I’d heard Spider call her Angel a few times too.

Then she called Jim. "I'll try to get out tomorrow morning after Dave leaves for the office and sees you," Angel muttered half-whispered into the phone. Jim seemed satisfied on the other side. He answered, "Good, I'll be waiting for you." A long time later, Angel lay with wide eyes staring into the darkness, holding back the tears that rolled down her cheeks. ***