His Little Angels Novels & Stories

Angelo's mood was not stable all day, was dazed and terribly in a bad mood that the students who wanted to talk to him dared not approach him so rashly, for fear of having their life lost in a mater of seconds because of that murderious intention despite of the gentle gaze Angelo wear, the students suprisingly didnt let themselves be near 1 meter close to where Angelo is. Author Characters Little Theatre:) Little Driver: I wish I can.. Angelo: (Panicking) No one was allowed to devour me whole! Not even my own mate! Hades & Zeus: (Look at Angelo in puppy eyes) Passerby: ...Shameless

Carla remembered when they were both very little, Carla just seven years old and Angel were five years old, they were walking through a park in a town nearby their pack territory but just outside of it and Angel wanted to play on the swings but there were two bigger kids on them. Angel had asked them nicely if she may have a turn after them but they said no because she was too small. Upset, Angel had asked Carla if she could convince them to let her have a turn. "Just play on something else, okay?" Carla had sighed as she begun to play hopscotch. "But I wanna play on the thwing!" Angel had complained. Annoyed, Carla tried to convince the two bigger kids to let Angel have a turn because she w

Mhadz asked worried. "Yeah, I'll be fine, Mhadz, I'm seventeen, I am almost an adult" Angel exclaimed. "Well call me when you get there and when you leave." Mhadz demanded. Angel rolled her eyes. "Okay 'Sister', I will be sure to call" Angel said making her way out. "Bye Mhadz". Angel closed her front door and ran down the sidewalk excited. Angel started about all the rides, petting zoo and the cotton candy. Angel was running and smiling she didn't see the little girl coming. Angel and the girl crashed into each other. Angel feel flat on her butt.

“I have so had a one-night stand, and it has nothing to do with this, and everything to do with you naming me a back luck cat!” I lick away my grin as two figures approach the open door, she yips and scrambles back, but not far enough to lose visuals. The little jerk of her head comes up in time to see a Spanish kid meet the man. “Sweet Mary’s Flapjacks. Jonathan is out of the loony bin!” With a gulp, the little Angel scrambles back to the corner.

“She’s Angel.” The room stilled. Angel. The word seemed to hover in the air, sinking into every heart. It felt right. More than right—it was perfect. She was their miracle, their savior in the darkest storm. Alisia’s lips trembled as she whispered it aloud. “Angel…” Her hand pressed over her chest. “Yes. She’s our Angel.” Xavier’s eyes softened, the sharp edges of his soul melting away. He placed his hand over Alisia’s, his voice steady and proud. “Angel Knight.” His gaze swept across the room. “Our little bundle of joy.”

Angel and two other girls were blocking the doorway. “Well. Well. Well. If it isn’t little Ms. Pretty Woman.” She said referencing the Julia Roberts movie. “That’s who she looks like. Right girls? A whore turned classy in that dress.” They all laughed. “What do you want Angel?” Panic began building inside me. They stood like a blockade of soldiers and I wasn’t going anywhere. Angel twisted open a red soda and took a sip before saying, “Do you know what I hate more than anything?” I didn’t bother answering.

Giving him a scowl, I whisper, “No cursing!” Looking regretful, he apologizes, “Sorry, Tori.” “Let’s head home,” Angelo says before he covers his mouth to hide a yawn. “Can we come over for lunch?” Tiny asks after he’s swiped two muffins from the coffee table. “We have to finish watching Two Weeks Notice.” I glance up at Angelo as we leave the Cathedral. “I prepared everything to make a roast with crispy potatoes, sweetcorn, and…” “Please, boss,” Tiny begs.

Angelo smiled and opened his door as soon as the car came to a halt. Moira could hardly believe what she saw next. From what looked like a double storey house, a little larger than Angelo’s own house, about a dozen little kids, probably aged between three and five, emerged. They all came running at full speed towards Angelo, who deliberately allowed them to ‘tuckle’ him onto the neatly manicured lawn. They soon were piled up on top of him, laughing, cheering and having the time of their lives. “We got you! We got you, finally! We told you we will get you someday!” the ecstatic kids yelled.

But apart from all these things, Little Angel was near to get destroyed by the hungry hyenas. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.