Dying Angel Novels & Stories

Nengi's pov: Sipping my drink slowly with music playing in the background with the room light dim, I kept smirking for a job well done. Nobody crosses my path and goes scot-free, not even my mother. The news is spreading faster than I imagined that Angel is dead and her lovely friend Mira couldn't endure the pain and succumbed. "Haha…what a shame," I let out a mocking laugh. "They are all foolish and senseless, I just pray that the little wench never wakes up…..

, he says, sounding bored to death. “He needs to up his game if he wants to kill me”, Angel says before he stands up and throws the headset to the desk and walks out of the office. I ended the stream as we watched them both get-up and leave. I terminate the screens and walk down the corridor to the back door, where I find Angel smoking. “Want one?” he asks, and I shake my head. “That shit will kill you”, I say, and he laughs out loud. “Yeah, apparently, I am already a dead man walking, so fuck that”, he says, and I can’t help but smile.

“I….. I don’t know how to show my gratitude to you two fo…. For giving me this life, a…. and sacrificing your life so that I could live, but the thing that I know very well is…. Is that I am not going to spare any of those evils who are responsible for your deaths. The only mission of my life from now on is ….. is to send those evil creatures to hell, an…. And make this world a better place to live for all the innocent people.” Angel was so overwhelmed with her sorrow that her voice continued raising with every word coming out of her mouth. She wanted to go forward and hugged both Ava and Madeline, but she was afraid. They were still inside that transparent box. Angel understood that their b

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.

Please leave" angel said and tried to lose my grip on that b**** neck. "No angel, leave me. She has to die today. How dare she insults you in front of my eyes? No one will insult my wife! Understand? You are my angel!" I shouted and increased pressure on that b**** neck. Her eyes rolled back due to lack of breath. "Akash if you don't leave Sanaya, then I will kill myself !!" Angel shouted. Her words got my attention, and I immediately left that b****. She collapsed on the floor and coughing vigorously trying to get some air.

~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21 - world 4_2_3_5_5 H O P E _ _ _ _ _ D Y I N G W O R L D 4 2 3 5 5 ~~~ “Hope on the Dying World?” - Xol “Hope in the Dying World?” - Czaquira “Hope of the Dying World.” Timotheus uttered.

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Some people turned to look at them, then continued dancing. She stood in place as the man approached her. She was magnetized by his alluring hazel eyes. They had a weird glint to them, she just couldn't explain it. "Hello ma'am. Are you okay?" His voice was smooth and soft like silk. He had a faint accent which she couldn't place. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She noticed Diego moving to the back door and she followed him, completely ignoring the man who helped her. She followed Diego out of the club and into the alleyway beside the club. He was on his phone, trying to call someone. She walked towards him and grabbed the phone, he was calling Alberto, his accomplice. She ended the call and kep

his voice was shaky just as much as his hands were. Adonis raised his hand up and the death angel levitated up into the air, choking and feeling strangled even though no one was holding onto him. "Lo....lord Adonis" he croaked out. Giving his raised up hand a swing, Adonis had the death angel slammed against the wall and his head oozed out red blood. The eyes of all death angels present widened. Death angels only had blue blood. Red blood, warmth, sweat were not things that death angels could feel. Once a death angel feels such, he has done the forbidden... He has fallen in love.

“You have no money and you have no family left to support you. Your own father called me this morning to apologize for your pathetic behavior. You are a disposable human stray and my brother only picked you up out of pity.” “I do not need your pity or his,” I fired back. “You need my money to survive,” Damien taunted. “You are weak. You have always been weak. You are a charity case I kept around because you were quiet and convenient. You bring nothing to my life and you never will.” Something inside my chest snapped like a dry twig. Maybe the brain tumor finally short-circuited my impulse control, or maybe three months of a death sentence just burned away my last remaining filter.