Female Angel Names Novels & Stories

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

I gritted out. "You can't just break your word." The Goddess cried out. "What type of Goddess are you again?" I asked genuinely confused on how she deemed herself worthy. She smiled thinking I was giving her the time of day. "I'm the Goddess of hidden dimensions, Angel." She rushed out. That had me perk up, the name was iffy but what she could do, that was key. "So you can help me gain access to the temple?" I asked and she frowned telling me all I needed to know.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

“They just don’t look terribly alike, that’s all. Her eyes… they’ve got some purple in them, like flecks of amethyst. Just like great-grandmother Elara. That’s a rare trait.” Angel, sensing the weight of our attention, shuffled closer to me as though Gwen was a threat. It was ironic; minutes ago, Gwen was furious at her presence, and now she was gazing at her as if she’d never seen a child before. “Aww, she’s shy,” Gwen cooed, bending slightly. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” “Angel". She replied still hiding behind me. “Angel. That’s perfect. You look so cute…” Then, Angel tilted her head, her eyes moving between Gwen and me.

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.

Christian asked. “Yes, a nickname.” Christian closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts while I waited for his suggestion. “How about poopy or mega mind?” I should’ve known he would pull a childish stunt as always. That was, unfortunately, who he was. “Stop it. I mean a serious one.” I spoke as I rolled my eyes at him. Christian gave me a nod and was once again lost in his thoughts. “How about Angel?” “Angel? I like Angel.” I laughed. Angel was cute, and I could live with that. “Angelica, that was your real name.” Christian reminded me.

Edward asked. A half-smile made its way onto her face. “So you knew who I was the whole time. Unfair, since I don’t even know your last name. But sure. Go ahead and call me Angel. Some of the girls at the toddler pageants called me that when I was little because they couldn’t pronounce my full name.” She closed her eyes and he found himself staring down at this unique girl who seemed to hate her life yet continued on with things as if to spite it. A beauty queen taking advantage of the system to become a doctor was an intriguing concept.

I shouldn't make a big deal but not often people call me beautiful. "Where?" Ace questioned and pretended to look around for some girl. I rolled my eyes and decided to ignore that ridiculous joke of his. I stood up and put my hand in front of Jerry. "Hello, I'm Angel" I said and smiled while he shook my hand. His smile disappeared and confusion was written on his face. "What's your surname, cupcake?" he asked and I smiled at the little nickname that he gave me. "Harper, Angel Harper" I said and sat back. Jerry frowned and suddenly his eyes widened as if he remembered of something.

I mumbled helping her take off her dress shirt which was the only thing she had on with her beautiful pink lace panties and threw it to the side where mine was. She shyly covered her breasts and I gave her a comforting smile, "Andrea you are beautiful inside out. Please let me see you." She hesitantly removed her hands and I gulped taking in her body. The only piece of clothing left on her were her panties. She had curves in all the right places, her breasts were big but not too much and the way her hair just laid out around her head made her look like a fucking goddess. "Fuck me," I whispered.