Fallen Angel Female Names Novels & Stories

She is their leader, the boss, so to speak. “Pleasure to meet you all. Some of you know me as Ally. I am the leader of this fine group of women. My name is Alessa Valentino-Petrov. Also known as Ghost. We have eyes on Foxy and can confirm she does. In fact, have our little princess with her, as well as the rest of the men who kidnapped and raped Angel.” She says as she stands tall, looking at each man here. Her icy gaze lands on me and I shiver.

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.

“That’s where I’ll stop. The rest, Aria, you’ll have to uncover on your own.” I wanted to speak — to ask her why she’d stop there, who killed my mother, what this all meant — but the words wouldn’t come out. My head buzzed as my heart pounded. Eleanor turned to face me, her eyes filled with quiet sorrow. “Your mother’s name was Seraphina.” Seraphina. I stood there, numb, every thought crashing together as a question rolled out my mouth. My mother… an angel? “If she was a fallen angel… then what did that make me?”

But then Emilia descended the stairs, and the spotlight shifted, leaving Amelia in the shadows. Amelia's eyes narrowed, her thoughts racing with resentment. Who was this girl, really? The same one they'd found unconscious on the road? She looked...transformed. The peach gown hugged her curves, and the Tear of a fairy necklace sparkled like diamonds against her skin. She was stunning, a true beauty who could give the current Miss World, Kylie Paterson, a run for her money.

I entered not expecting anything from him. “Oh, Jaz just the person I was wanting to see.” He says while looking at his desk. “Yes sir? You requested me to come to your office. How can I help you?” “Have a seat there are some people on the Mating ball List I need to see if they might come from then coming here.” I stroll over and sit down; he hands me the guest list I'm reading the list and only one name pops up to me. “Sir the only name that pops up to me is Alpha Asher Steele”

They hadn’t yet decided on a name, though both had been tossing ideas back and forth for months. “She looks like a little angel,” Elena said, her voice soft. Angelo nodded, his gaze never leaving their daughter. “She does. What about Angelica?” Elena tilted her head thoughtfully. “Angelica... I like it. It’s strong but sweet, just like her.” “Angelica Fabian,” Angelo said, testing the name out loud. A small smile tugged at his lips. “It’s perfect.” Elena laughed lightly. “You say that about everything when it comes to her.”

“I’ll be the one to formally introduce this young lady to all of you... This woman beside me is Angelicca Severia.” The instant my name left his lips, I felt countless pairs of eyes shift toward me all at once. “Like me, she is also a Severian,” he continued. Then his voice carried a faint trace of pride as he added. “But unlike me… she is full-blooded.” “...so I hope all of you will be patient with her,” he said firmly. “And more importantly, I expect every single one of you to show her the respect she deserves... Because Angelicca is the first female warrior ever permitted to enter our line of work.”

'Kaiden, I will rip off those fucking dressings and cause you more fucking pain if you don't stop beating about the bush and give me a fucking name. I looked up at him, and he saw the heartbroken expression in my eyes as I whispered. 'The Fallen Angel.' The room went silent, and all eyes turned to look at me, wide with shock. 'Who did you say?' Bernard whispered, his gentle brown eyes so wide with shock that they looked like a cartoon. 'You heard me.'

"A road name for the brothers, a stage name for the girls. Everyone must call each other by those names here. Your old name connects you to your past. It connects you to the people who can trace you, the people who want to find you, and the people who broke you. In here, you leave that baggage at the door. Out there on that stage, you aren't Alina anymore. You are Angel. Understood?" I nodded slowly, realizing the brutal logic behind it. Alina was Liam's wife. Alina was the victim. Angel was just a body on a stage, a phantom hiding in plain sight. "Now… get your shoes off. Follow me." He turned and walked toward an iron staircase tucked in the corner of the room.

“You will see the people who will die or people who are already dead and your volumina Fumi will come out to grab them and bring them to you… and you will bring them to the afterlife… that is your job” “So what would my name be, Michelle?” I asked. If I am one of the fallen angels I want to know what my name would be. For me to believe in her but she looked at me and she didn’t answer. She just keeps on eating her burger and her fries. “So what would my name be, Michelle?” I asked her again. Daring her to tell me my name. “Michael,” She said, correcting me with her name but still not answering my question. “I will not tell you… because you will be stuck here on earth and I promise that you w