Drama Angel Eyes Novels & Stories

Even though the door had just burst open! They have to move fast! But Angel felt burned instead. His face started to get red. ‘Because of those eyes that are looking at me!’ And remembering some snippets of that night. ‘It’s hot.’ Angel’s throat suddenly went dry. ‘I was surprised to see him here.. I knew it was him, the moment I saw his silver eyes behind his mask.’ Angel darted his eyes behind Tony. Refusing to look at his devouring eyes. ‘And his aura. His gait. His build..’

“Get up, Angel.” He groaned and attempted to wrestle free. “No.” I sighed in exasperation as I snatched up a handful of hair and jerked his head back against the wall. “I wasn’t fucking asking.” Angel's eyelids fluttered as if he was having a hard time opening them. He groaned as he slowly blinked and I was met with watery gray eyes that had captured my soul ever since I laid my eyes on them. His mouth turned down in a frown when he saw me.

“Handle your emergency. Send the replacement. We’ll manage.” “Daddy.” Angel turned to me. Her eyes were filling. Those fast, convincing tears that she produced on command. “You can’t mean it. I don’t want anyone else but Mrs. Martha in our house.” Her voice dropped to something smaller. Vulnerable. “What if she’s pretty? What if you look at her the way you look at me?” She turned back to Martha. The tears were gone. Replaced by something colder. Harder. Her voice dropped and the sweetness vanished and what was left was the real Angel — the one I pretended not to see when she was being charming.

Gripping his shoulders, she whispered, “It’s more important. You need to apply the eye drops.” “Fucking you is more important.” Offering him a tight smile, Angel pulled his hand out. He pouted, showing her his damp fingers glistening with her need before he sucked them into his mouth. She shivered but didn’t try to encourage him to continue. “Later, alright?” Angel told him. Locking his jaw between her fingers, she pushed his head back gently. “Keep your eyes open.” “Yes, princess.”

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I embraced her deeply ” I’ve really missed your company ” I whispered into her ear ” I’ve missed you too, I couldn’t bare watching you being lonely everyday, that’s why I quickly find a way to come back to you ” she replied me smiling and tears of joy started dripping down my face, I never knew that we angels too can weep, but it was real, I was an angel and I was weeping just because my long lost love came back to me. She’s already back to her normal size, I brought out my wing and took her into my hands as I started flying above back to the sky. When I got back to heaven, I asked the supreme one to allow me marry the perfect one, but he didn’t accept, but with the aid of mother Creator and

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

Angelina muttered, gently raking the comb down ace's smooth dark hair. As she did so, all she could do was stare at ace's reflection on the mirror, his beautiful grey eyeballs hidden with the aid of the blindfold, she couldn't believe she'd have to wait a space of 2-3 years to see those beautiful grey eyeballs staring at her with so much love and warmth. "You look handsome honey" Angelina pecked him on the cheeks then at the tip of his nose.

As she looked into the mirror, she winced at her swollen eyes with dark circles around them. This is not the appearance of a bride on her honeymoon. There will be no happy bride who wakes up with a headache and puffy eyes, not knowing the whereabouts of her husband. Angel felt her eyes burning again, wanting to shed tears in the corners, but then she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Problems can't be solved just by crying. Angel must find out why Dave suddenly turned into a stranger. Dave who is now her husband is not the gentle man who is so affectionate that she loves. Angel doesn't want to be silent, she doesn't want to be treated rudely without knowing what she did wrong.

As soon as her eyes caught sight of Damien, she froze. Damien looked at the woman who is looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. Her appearance and her dressing is so unparalleling, it usually repulses anyone at first glance. But he is not anyone. He is Damien Bishop. He recognized her eyes, even though they are covered with thick-framed glasses. The eyes of an Angel, the eyes of his angel.