In An Arms Of An Angel Novels & Stories

But in the peroration, he was fortunate, he finally found an Archangel to look after his daughter. "Can I come with you to church?" Ace asked, kneeling before Angel and holding her little arms in his big warm ones. Just like the drama queen that she is, Angel taps her finger on her lips as if on thought and shouted in joy - "yes you can come, daddy." Her turquoise green irises sparkled with mischief, novice, and beautiful just like her name suggests.

Just close to central bank, the sun suddenly got covered with dark clouds and suddenly something dropped from the heavens above right in front of Yvonne’s car forcing her to pump the brakes immediately, the impactful landing damages the road and caused a strong shock wave behold it was an Angel – people began running for their lives as the whole place became chaotic in seconds, some even crashing their cars in the process. Sitting in the car was Yvonne and Arnold both staring at the Angel, Yvonne couldn’t deny how handsome he was and couldn’t stop being amazed at the massive wings he possessed, he had a fine blonde hair that could almost be gold colored, he was a beauty. She has to stop admi

Castle. I should’ve looked away. I should’ve shut off the feed the second I saw Angel step onto the dance floor with that man on his arm. I should’ve turned off the security footage before it seared itself into my skull. But I didn’t. Instead, I stood there, watching from the screen in my office, fists clenched at my sides as Angel danced with that pathetic excuse of a man—touching him, groping him, moving like his body was made for someone else's hands.

I said and he looked at me with a poker face and grabbed my arms. "Seriously, April? This means that you're going on a suicidal war thinking you'll be saved and no harm would come to you. That's not what happens, this world is a cruel place." He gritted and jerked me a little. I clenched my jaw, yanking my arms out of his grasp. I limped out of his office and he was right behind me. He grabbed my arm and twirled me around. "Angel, please. I'm just thinking of food for you," He breathed and I slowly pulled my arm out of his grasp breathing heavily.

My eyes scanned everyone until I found who I was looking for. ‘Fuck…’ my brother said when he also saw her. Angel was wearing a black and gold sundress that cinched around her chest, laid flat against her toned stomach, and flared out at her hips. It ended a couple of inches above her knees. The gladiator heels that had ribbons that wound up her calves made her legs look like they went on for fucking days. As if sensing our gaze, she turned her head and smiled brightly at us before making her way over.

When Angel opened her eyes, she was already in the hospital. The room was all white and smelled of medicine. She touched her stomach and immediately sat up anxiously. A strong hand held her. "Relax, Angel. Your baby will be fine." Angel turned and saw Dave holding her with one hand. The man looked pale and had a bandage on his arm; apparently, Jim's shot hit his arm. Dave followed Angel's gaze into his arm and grimaced. "It's not fatal; it just grazed my arm-"

And when they did— Misha’s arm slid tighter around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. His touch was gentle but firm, anchoring. He leaned in, voice low and smooth against my ear. “Straighten your back, Angel. You wouldn’t want your biggest enemies thinking there’s trouble in paradise, would you?” The nickname sent a jolt through me, grounding what I had to do now. Just like the man himself. I drew in a breath and lifted my chin, fighting the tightness in my chest.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

Kai POV The angel in my arms was intoxicating. Her scent wrapped around me—vanilla and almond—seeping into my veins like an addiction. Every breath I took was filled with her essence, anchoring me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. Liquid gold eyes and fiery copper hair. Stunning. Mesmerizing. Mine.

She thought it silly, but she lifted her head to look around and, of course, saw no one. As she rested her head on her arms again, someone rested theirs on her shoulder. A tender gesture meant to give encouragement. She peered up to find a smiling angel dressed in a golden suit of armor sitting beside her. The angel was no bigger than she, its wings spanning wider than its height. She reached out to touch this angel, and her hand passed right through its body. She knew then she was looking at the Ancient Warrior itself.