Good And Bad Angels On Shoulder Novels & Stories

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I smiled by resting in his embrace peacefully meanwhile in the sky good angel : awww I'm shy evil angel : huh good angel : how cute they're evil angel : I don't feel so good angel : blind guy see love everywhere evil angel : I don't think so good angel : why evil angel : because we makes a great pair than them good angel : WHAT

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

I nodded my head in agreement, “I don’t want him going around thinking he’s an angel if there’s something else responsible.” “He’s an angel confirmed… Just a matter of finding out what kind.” I sat beside Gabe, holding his hand. The doctors showed me his bandaged back; the searing lines that somehow blended into wings on his shoulder blades and mid-back were shocking to see for me. Could he really be an angel of some kind? If that were the case, then maybe it made sense. Why else would someone like him be in my life? I leaned forward, resting my head against his side. My eyes were becoming heavy. I should have stayed in my room after I had taken my medicine; I was getting tired. Too tired to

I didn't know then that it was the child. The two men turn to me. Their powers put on a hold. “I have something to say.” Their eyes are trained on me, patiently waiting. My eyes are focused on them as well. My brown eyes move to Sin first. His face is bleeding. Gold has stained his trousers, staining his bare chest as well. He looks vibrant despite fighting for a long period of time. He is glowing before my eyes. Angels have this certain glow in them, they carry a glow everywhere. Most say that their glows are generated from the halos on their heads. But for Sin, he glows whenever he fights.

His eyes bore into mine and I swear he can see the torment swirling in my irises. “That scar on your abdomen, Angel, is the most beautiful thing about you.” He hums and grinds his teeth. “As for your night terrors, my shoulder is always here for you to cry on, and my arms will always keep you safe at night if you need me to wrap them around you.”

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Angel leaned on Amber's shoulder and cried softly. Suddenly, Fred moved his finger and the machine beside him beeped, he had regained consciousness