Drama Angel Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leaches, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. I want you to respect me, my word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years. You will be by my side when I need you, you will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the

PRINCE ROWAN'S POV Could this day get any worse. I sigh in frustration as I avert my eyes from the young girl who has just been dragged in front of the stage and look at the guards waiting for an explanation. The four guards step back to allow an older woman to step forward. I recognize her immediately.She is the mother of my mate. I don't know why I actually call the girl my mate, because she is not. We have no mate bond, but everyone including my parents think we are meant to be since she is the only other angel in the land and I'm just being ignorant and unloving.

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

This was a question that would lead him to peaking out the training room door, hoping for his first glimpse of the demon king. The castle was quiet despite the multitude of visitors and guards purched at the ready. The Demon king lived up to his name, with blood red hair and piercing black eyes, he in no way looked friendly. To other Demons he was a casanova, taking more than a few lovers, but refusing to marry. He stood tall and fierce as he stared the Angel king dead in the eyes. "Well well. What do you plan on bargaining with this time? You have nothing to offer and you time is running thin." He smirked, his voice sultry and deep. The angel king stared daggers at the other, showing no fal

Tears that she tried so hard to hold back now ejecting from the corner of her eyes and, rolling down her cheeks as her eyelashes were now moistened. Henry frowned seeing her suffering looks as he raised his hand, attempting to wipe off the tears from her eyes. Monique pushed his hands away in a disgusted manner. The gentle expression was now no longer seen as Henry resumed his cold expression. "I'm Angel’s father and I'll take good care of her forever." His deep and attractive voice had the imposing aura as he curled his lips and his eyes that could make anyone withheld their breath.

Her eyes locked onto mine, pleading for freedom. “Not going to happen, Angel,” I replied, my tone firm. Her expression shattered, and I felt a pang in my chest at the sight. What the hell was this feeling? “Why?” she demanded, her hands flailing in an almost theatrical manner. I pushed off the car, stepping closer until her heart-shaped face was cradled in my hands. My gaze flickered between her bright golden eyes and her trembling lips. “Because you woke up something in me that I thought was dead for the longest time,” I said.

"We're in this now. All of us. For Gabriel. For the boy." She closed her eyes. A shudder ran through her whole frame. And then, for the first time since I'd met her in that glittering hell, Angel cried. Not the frantic, terrified tears of before, but deep, silent, soul-wracking sobs that shook her slender body. She didn't make a sound, but the tears streamed down her face, cutting through the grime and the bruises, a flood of pain held back for far too long.

‘I sat down on the bleachers, my body in a frenzy and my cheeks were beginning to get stained with tears,’ I could feel my temperature rising and my heart rate fastened. I shook like an epileptic patient; my visions were vague until I understood. ‘I opened my eyes and Beck’s eyes were staring intently at me, his arms around me to hold me from falling. ‘Someone dies’, I said amidst tears. ‘I couldn’t see who but someone dies there that day’, I said wiping my tears and standing to my feet. ‘Thank you’ he said, his eyes were hard now, the care I had seen when I had opened my eyes were gone.

Emilio: Can you at least tell me how long you're going to be at Deena's? I stared at the screen. Then locked it. No....fuck him. Why should I answer him? He never answered me. I placed my phone down. Buzz. I frowned before picking it back up. One more message. Angel. Angel: Every time I close my eyes I see your face. My lips curled as another message appears. Angel: I need to see you again...soon. That warmth returned to my chest. Me: Tomorrow night. Three dots. Then... Angel: 😊

“ you fiches him Rissa , you fucked him , how could you not after everything that I tomd you , I told you to stay away from him , I told you that “ she screamed at me with tears running down her eyes at the same time . Seeing her cry hurt me , I didn’t know why she had to cry but it felt like there was something more to it , that she wasn’t telling me . “ fuck fuck fuck “ I stood up from the ground in shock as I approached Angel and held her hands to calm her down suprised by her sudden outburst. “Is there something you are not telling me ?”, you should tell me now . Angel looked at me and the tears slipped out again , I didn’t know why but she was in so much pain , I could feel it . “Angel