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Growling, I pushed away from both men and slammed her against the granite countertop, tilting her next to the side so severely I was surprised her head hadn't come off. "No." Hands shaking, I stepped away. "No." Stephanie rubbed her neck; tears streamed down her face. "What? What's happening?" Her eyes were still white. "Did you see… it?" "See what?" She was nearing hysterics. "Something knocked me out, and when I woke up, she was gone!" "The archangel," I said in a hushed tone. "You wear his mark." Stephanie's horrified gaze met mine as she started vigorously rubbing the spot I'd just discovered. It was small, white, and had the appearance of a snowflake tattoo. It would have been beautiful

She questioned. "I made a deal with the devil for immortality. Nothing on earth can kill me. Not even if you rip my heart out. Which for by the way, doesn't beat. In exchange I had to be his Angel of Death. Do you know what that means?" I question rhetorically. "It means I hear the screams and plea of all the souls suffering in hell. You can imagine how that feels. And when someone dies a symbol is magical carved on my flesh. It's only visible After dark."

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

I know Angel was hiding something from me. But my questions can only be answered by Angel herself. I'll have to ask her soon. With these thoughts, I drove home. 🍒Angela🍒 As I made my way to my locker, I bumped into someone. Due to the hard impact, I was about to fall back and closed my eyes, predicting the inevitable but before I could fall, I was stabilized by the person. The first thing I opened my eyes to was a black shirt with a print of an eagle on it. A silver chain was hanging on it. I think I already had an idea of who it was.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

I froze for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. “Vincenzo, that’s not bad news. I already knew, and it’s the perfect opportunity.” I took out a small knife and nicked a small cut on my fingertip. A drop of blood fell onto the ruby ring. “Tomorrow, we’ll send our congratulations in your name.” I stared coldly at the ring, my voice icy. “With this ring, Victor will believe the news of my death.”

"Hey human, since you can see and hear me, then fine. I will introduce myself properly. I am the Angel Sue, as you said just now, I am indeed the Angel of Death, however, I'm not here to take your life, I'm here to replace Cupid who is in charge of finding love for you. So, just tell me what kind of man do you want!" "NO!" the girl screamed hysterically. Not long after, several nurses came and asked what happened. This is troublesome, so I point my hand at them and make time to stop around my client. "You'll definitely find me a terrible partner. Just let Cupid do it." She screamed. "Too bad, I just broke the wings of Cupid who was supposed to find you a mate. So that's fine!" "No, why did y

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

He was smiling really hard. "It's a guardian angel watching over a toddler, surrounded by a flutter of butterflies dancing around a thorn-encrusted rose. The angel's presence creates a protective barrier, shielding the child from the thorns' gentle threat and the warm sunlight that casts a golden glow. In the distance, a hungry lion lurks, its presence implied but held at bay by the angel's vigilant gaze." He explained, smiling as he stared at me. "Wow," I breathed, entranced by the beautiful story behind his tattoo. "It's a whole story."