In Arms Of An Angel Novels & Stories

Elina saw a different Angel He drew her close to his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her golden locks fell over her eyes, like a curtain blocking out the sunlight. There was that glimmer in his eyes that she found appealing, She began to withdraw her hand to brush away her hair, but his hand clutched onto hers. He carefully laid her delicate hand on his shoulder. Angel delicately tucked her lock behind her ear, and her ocean-blue eyes twinkled beautifully. She set her head on his shoulder as both continued to dance, too lost in the music to stop. Time passed as their feet moved in the steps of the music.

I opened my arms and held them out, hoping she would accept my embrace. She looked at me, her expression uncertain. I could see the conflict in her eyes, as she debated what to do. Finally, she took a small step forward and allowed me to draw her into my arms.As she rested her head on my shoulder, I could feel the tension in her body. She was still wary, still hurt. I held Angel close, my arms wrapped around her, feeling her heartbeat against my chest. Slowly, ever so slowly, I leaned forward and brushed my lips against her cheek.

I flung open the door, wailing, and threw myself into the arms of the visitor, my tears staining their shirt. But something felt wrong. Since when did Rachel develop such muscular and strong arms? Blinking through my tears, I looked up with a pitiful expression, only to see Jared standing there. I stumbled backward, whether from drunkenness or dizziness, I wasn't sure. In a swift motion, Jared caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me into a comforting embrace as he gently patted my back. Regaining my senses, I pushed him away forcefully. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.

The only sounds were Javier moving quietly somewhere outside, keeping watch, and Anthony’s steady, even breathing from where he sat in a broken chair by the door. Angel’s eyes opened. They were not hazy or confused. They were alert. Frighteningly alert. She pushed herself up and backward in one jerky motion, dragging her body away from me until her shoulders hit the wall. Her arms wrapped around her knees, pulling them tight to her chest. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her sleeves like she was afraid her own limbs would betray her. “Don’t,” she whispered, the word a dry scrape of sound. My heart jumped. “It’s okay,” I said, keeping my voice low and soft. “You’re safe now. You’re with us.

"Yeah, I told him I suddenly got a call from my close friend. And that I needed to take something from her. Herbert and his friend are also here, so he didn't suspect anything." Amy still seemed uneasy. "Follow the crowd out there. Don't be nervous. Just lower your head. It'll be all fine once you get in the car. Nobody would follow you anymore by then." "Okay, thank you." Amy followed Vince out of the clubhouse with gratitude. Meanwhile, Yuna wore Amy's clothes and walked outside. Now, Mina's voice rang in her Bluetooth earphones. "Ms. Feron, there isn't just one person taking pictures. There's another man on your nine o'clock."

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

with the baby, I can't turn invisible. "ma I will tell you if you tell me the same thing" oh no, humans are not supposed to see angels right they will freak out, I stare at the baby in my arm and stare back at the lady, her eyes widen like a broad leaf, her eyes drop to the baby and she covers her mouth with her hand, she looks shocked, ok this isn't how I wanted to hand over the baby but I have no choice now, I fly to her and I hold out the baby she stretches her hand and I place the baby on it and smile at her, the baby off I can now turn invisible, she can't see me anymore, she looks around and looks back at the baby, a partner that she calls Edward falls to his kneels, she did the same,

Angel sat at the back together with Henry. Angel in turn liked that very much. She leaned against Henry’s arms, her double eyelid started to fight, seemingly tired. Henry carefully held her in his arms. His tall and well built body was like a human wall, stiffened and he did not dare to move.

Behind her, Armel groaned deep in his chest, pulling back before seating himself inside her once more. And then, locking one arm around her waist, he rolled to his side, without breaking their connection. “Tu es à moi, mon ange (You’re mine, angel…). Nothing’s going to take you from my side…” Armel whispered in her ear before falling back into sleep holding her tight. “Don’t let me go… Keep me here, Armel… Always and forever, my love…” she replied slowly, but he was already asleep. *****

He tried to get the words out. The truth dawned on the women. "Dios del mayo tiene misericordia," Marguerite softly intoned while rocking Angel in her arms. May God have mercy...she said in English and then again in Spanish while tears flowed down her cheeks. Monroe was a son to her. Angel's head shook back and forth before she closed her eyes and lay still within the older woman's embrace. Zach walked to the bed and took Angel's cool hand in his, but she didn't open her eyes. He lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed the back of the delicate skin, breathing in her scent, needing her touch. She offered no resistance and showed no outward sign that she knew he was there.