Hitman Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

Now he was finally having some use to it. She smiled shyly, “I’ll accept this then. Thank you so much.” Heather gently pulled her shirt, “Mama, I think he is my guardian angel. But he can’t tell me because he can’t lie.” Allen quickly left while they were busy talking about how he was a guardian angel even though he was the perfect opposite of an angel. He hid from a corner after the two realized that he was gone. “I told you mama, he’s my guardian angel.” Heather exclaimed happily.

“It was one of our guards. He was unconscious, and I didn’t get to question him.” My eyes went to Angie sitting on her bed, doing something with her arms. Standing up, I just got as close as I could before I realized she was digging her nails into them. “LUCA! She’s trying to kill herself!” There was a pause before Luca growled. “Get to Angie’s room and don’t let her kill herself from those capsules!” Hunter didn’t even hang up his phone as he took off in a dead sprint. Shoving past people, sending them flying as he pushed against them and even knocking over a child. Hunter ran down the stairs just as Angie’s head tilted back.

I kicked it open, stepped inside, and fired at the man reaching for the alarm. The halls were chaotic—shouts, footsteps, and gunfire echoing. But through it all, one thought stayed clear in my head: Find Angel. I turned a corner and there he was—two agents dragging him toward an armored truck. His face was pale, wrists bound. “Angel!” I shouted. They turned. That one second of hesitation was enough. I fired. The one on the left dropped instantly. The second tried to aim, but my bullet caught him in the chest. I ran to Angel, grabbed him, and cut the restraints off his wrists. He stumbled forward into me.

Your dad will be mad -’ Inner Devil shot Guardian Angel with an arrow!

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.

Raphaella insulted. Juliana glared at her. “You like to talk a lot, don't you, Raphaella?” Before Raphaella could come up with a befitting retort to Julianna, one of the bodyguards walked into the dining room. “Yes?” Mendel said, relief flooding him that the man came at that moment. “Mr. Damon is here, shall I send him in?” the bodyguard asked Isabella, smiled, and sat down as if she had not been in a heated argument earlier.

The absolute, world shattering threat left the Archangel's lips, but he never even had the fraction of a second required to press the plunger. Lucian's massive, heavily corded frame did not just react. The apocalyptic predator violently, catastrophically eradicated every single human boundary. There was no calculated restraint. There was no waiting for Zara's weaponized logic. The absolute second the needle was pointed at his unborn child, the King of the American underworld completely, physically shattered his cage. He moved in a terrifying, unadulterated blur of pure, demonic murder. Before Ambassador Laurent could even blink, Lucian's massive, taped hand clamped brutally over the Archange

"Angel is a name. And that name belongs to my Father's most loyal, and most deadly, operative. And they just received the final order to take care of all loose ends...." ​

I sprang up immediately, realizing this wasn’t my home nor anywhere I was familiar with. Then, a little girl ran into the room. Angel. The same girl I had saved last night. My confusion only deepened. Why was I here with her again? A man in a wheelchair wheeled himself in. I had seen him yesterday, though I couldn’t recall exactly when. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blurted quickly as he explained how he had found me and brought me here. I hurried to put on my shoes, ready to leave. But then Angel tugged at my hand. She held up her tablet. On it, words appeared:

Evidence? The hitman truly had none now. Everyone involved was clean and efficient in their moves, leaving no traces behind. “But me being here can be considered evidence,” The hitman said, “This time, I’m turning myself in.” Stephen was taken aback. The hitman, who had fooled him several times, was turning himself in now to expose the Spencers? Could everything he said be true? Stephen then took out his phone and dialed the police to arrest the hitman. However, the hitman had no plans to escape. His last order was to surrender and take the Spencers down with him.