Novel & Cerita Don't Call Me Angel

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."

Caleb called out loudly. Hailey, taken aback by Caleb's words, fumed when he called her Angry Bird again. "I'm not an Angry Bird," she yelled back, cursing him under her breath as she headed towards her room. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the mirror in the corridor. She approached it and eyed her reflection, noticing a frown on her forehead. "Do I really look like an Angry Bird?" she murmured but straightened immediately when she remembered Caleb's next words. "Baby Angry Birds, huh? I'll punch him if he calls my babies that," she murmured without realizing it, and then went into her room.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

His words causing a light blush to form on Ashton's otherwise ivory skin. After some deliberation and the angel fighting to keep the conversation on track, they had eventually come to an agreement, no different than the original. Damien seemingly pleased despite there being nothing extra in it for him. That was until the moment Ashton was signing the papers. A hand gently pulled up his chin to face the demon, almost caressing his skin with the light touch. "Shame that you haven't taken a bride. Why is that? Is there something you haven't told anyone?" His voice deeper than before, but nearly a whisper as he had closed much of the distance between the two. The Angel's eyes widened in surprise

📞"500 dollars??? Yes sir , you can book us." 📞" 200 more if Crystal Santiago will be the one to serve us📞". I said 📞" That's 700 dollars.📞.. The manager screamed on the phone 📞"Consider it done sir". She said 📞 📟"I will be there in 20 minutes 📞". Without waiting for her response I hanged up and text Damien 📞It is done 📞. Crystal pov Why is angel suddenly calling me?? I thought she said I can stay at home?

"Hold up, hold up—" She ignores my half assed attempt to shut her down "Angel isn't going if you don't go. I asked him hours ago. Where is he anyways?" "Work." "Okay. See you tomorrow after school. You're going to look so hot, Christian's not going to know what hit him." She ends the call before I can object but I don't bother calling back, instead I dial the one number that I usually don't have to call because he's always in my face everyday.

She had no one to call so she dialled her number and brought the phone to her ears. "Hello, girlfriend, they took my mother away," she said and broke down crying. Asira left the room when Camila dismissed her with her hand. "Hello Isabella," she called out not hearing her say anything. "I am sorry to hear that," Isabella said and ended the call to the shock of Camila. "She hung up on me," she said out loud and dialled her number again but she didn't answer. Camila knew immediately her words did hurt Isabella. She exhaled, grabbed her car keys, changed her clothing and brushed her teeth before heading out of her room. She went downstairs and headed for the door.

"See you tomorrow. " Laura's eyes widened. "I...I don't think that's a good idea. You can't see me." He smiled. "We'll see about that," like he had something in mind. "Take care of yourself and make sure to dream of me." She rolled her eyes. "That I'm not sure of." She said and he chuckled. "Goodnight, angel." He said. "I'll call you tomorrow." She stiffened. "But you don't have my mobile number."

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.

Angel opened her mini purse and brought out the necklace. "Here with me anyway" She said and Christian smiled. "I'm sorry I'm not wearing it today" She said. "No,it's fine" Christian said. **** ROBERT'S MANSION★8PM** Angel was busy applying a light lipstick on her lips when Sloane's call came on her phone. "Don't tell me you're not coming to the frat house!!!" She screamed on the phone.. "Thank goodness my phone is on the table not my ear" Angel said.