Husk X Angel Dust Novels & Stories

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

Ran a hand through his hair. Covered in sweat and the smell of liquor. Looking like a damn model. Angel looked down. The suits were on the floor. One was unconscious and breathing. The other one was cursing—holding his knee. Angel can smell the blood. Salty. Coppery. ‘Who the hell is this guy?’ **

"Hide me. My identity, my presence… so that the Gambinos won't ever know I'm here!" "Deal!" Having come to an agreement, Don Solon promptly gave orders to produce the ghost alloy, which made huge waves in the market during launch and swiftly took over. As a result, even the Gambinos' old partners were switching to do business with the Solons, leaving the Gambinos' business in the dumps. Luca, who was made aware, read through the data as his own researchers showed him a blueprint on ghost alloy. As he read through the concept, he paused as he noticed it was very similar to something I had drafted in the past.

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

Swiftly but gently, he slightly pushed her inside and shut the door behind him. "There are a thousand things I could do, Laura." He said huskily. "You are mine and I would never let another man have you." "Are you crazy?" "For you carrot, I can be." He replied. "I am getting married to Dexter and that's final." She said stubbornly. His face softened and he wore a hurt expression. "Angel," he said softly coming close to her and she stood her ground, though held her breath.

i stress out and quickly left I open the car door and collapse inside "Daniel to the hospital" I stress out He was suprise,"what wrong?" He ask, "I was drugged" I said "Ohhhh" he step in the gas and drive fast,I close my eyes but it not helping and totally hot,and my lower part is worst My breathing harden "we are here" Daniel announced I sigh at last I stood up and found out that it not the hospital It Frances mansion, "what the hell are we doing here?" I asked with blood shot eye and Daniel reply "she's the only antidote"

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.

The tears had dried on my face, replaced by a cold, numbing clarity. Arden's POV I drove straight to the club, utterly pissed that it was the only place I could go to blow off steam and suppress my brewing rage. The moment I walked into the VIP lounge, Xavier noticed my sullen expression. He didn’t even need to ask; he already knew the drill. “What did you two argue about this time?” he asked anyway, pouring me a drink. “The old man wants to give her 10% of his shares,” I said, dropping the bomb.