His Little Angels Novels & Stories

After so many rains, here she is again, speaking to him once more, careful not to touch his ice cold heart, careful not to freeze. "You've no heart for me to shatter!" His voice was getting nearer to her but she remained unbothered or so she acted. "Do you want me to return your suffering to you? Do you want to go back to that day I showed you your daughter's sweet smile? Do you want to suffer again?!" To her surprise, the Angel flew right to her, holding her chin up. His eyes were glistening with pure hunger, his evil grin almost reaching to his ears and his psychotic laughs. What had this little boy become?

So I keep walking without a destination. I stop by the fountain. The moon stands full in the sky, its reflection sparkling in the water. I sit and stare at its reflection. “You are so pretty.” “Oh my, I almost thought I saw an angel.” Startled, I jump up. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” I turn around and stare at the pretty face in front of me. “Hello, Little Miss.” He smiles. “It’s you.” “Yes, it’s I.” He walks closer, closing the distance between us. A strand of hair escapes my tight high ponytail. He picks it up and rolls it on his finger.

She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel. She watched him as he entered into her slowly, she stiffened a little and he kissed her, she had to loosen up and she did, he moved slowly, in and out of her, entering into her deeper with every slam, soon she was moaning and he slipped his full length into her, filling her up, he moved carefully, letting her get used to him a little before he speedup a little, she moaned louder and he kissed her parted lips, driving into her faster, she was keeping up and soon she was grinded her waist against his, wanting more friction. “More” she moaned, he increased his pace. “You’re so beautiful and innocent” he whispered against her ears as he pounded into he

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

every day was always filled with fun with brother Luci, after he’s free from the supreme, he will teach me how to play different types of instrument and also how to train my voice to be like his own. He was a very good and jovial angel, he liked me so much and I also liked him, we play like we’re of the same age where as he’s older than me with 9 millenniums and the same goes to other angels, the angel using the least age to senior me is 5 millenniums. So they always refer to me as the little one and refuse to play with me.

Angel shyly smiled at him. Genuine. Small. Warm. “I’ll say it until you get sick of it,” Angel whispered, fingers tightening behind Tony’s neck—pulling him a bit closer. “I’ll never get sick of it,” Tony answered immediately. Angel laughed softly then turned serious. He fully leaned down on Tony, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you.” The words were sweet. Soft. Certain. Solemn. Like a vow. “I love you Antonio Santa De Leones,” Angel continued like he was saying a spell.

Angel nodded slowly and looked at her watch and said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get home to my brothers.” When she’d left the room, Steven looked at Ellen and asked “Brothers?” she replied evenly “Angel is raising her two nearly sixteen yr. old brothers. Says a lot about her character that at nineteen she’s more worried about getting home to her family than doing what most nineteen yr. old would.”

Drake ”Don’ you dare throw threats at me” Her voice unbothered. ”stop talking and jump on, now” “No.” “Little mouse” “No.” I tightened my jaw. “Little mouse, I am not asking.” “And I am not a child.” She screamed. “You are exhausted.” “I am perfectly fi—” She yawned. I raised an eyebrow. Angel immediately closed her mouth. “I was not yawning.” “You were.” “I wasn’t.” “You were.”

“You grew up to be the pride of the country, to be the best you could be. And from that day on, all the colors in the world returned. Silverwall is an even more beautiful place than before.” “I… still don't understand why we're discussing this,” said Louise after a moment of admiration. "Why are we discussing this?" The nymph led Louise to sit back down. "Of course for your future, Lady." "What does it mean?" "All Angels come from special people, but not all special people can become angels because being an Angel is a choice," Tiffany explained, her eyes always turning sharp every time they talked about serious things. “Oh, Lady, you don't know how much I want to read you bedtime stories eve

Sincerly, Angel Franco