Karen Kingsbury Angels Walking Series Novels & Stories

My body felt slightly better, but my mind was still restless. I had to give Angel her food. I went downstairs, and once again, the maids wouldn’t stop staring. But this time, they said nothing. No remarks. No mocking. No smiles. I walked into the kitchen, picked up Angel’s food, and made my way to her room. She was alone. The moment I stepped inside, I noticed the gloom on her face. Her usual brightness was gone. “What’s wrong, Angel?” I asked gently. I placed the tray on the table.

“Stop there. Angel!” Angel kept walking towards her car. She quickened her pace as Xander started to chase her. The strong jolt of her arm made Angel sway and hit Xander's chest hard. Xander didn't give her any room to escape and kissed her hungrily. Angel could feel her arms trapped between her body and Xander's bare chest. She realized that that was wrong. She wasn't going to let Xander seduce her with kisses every time he made a mistake.

The old pool hall was a dive, full of lowlifes, thieves, and small time gangsters. The one place Remy had tried to escape, but her anger had brought her back, back to a place she didn’t ever want to be. Marisol, the rich bitch who thought she could walk into Dirty Angels and tell her what to do, take what was hers. She didn’t trust her around Ethan, not one bit, and if she crossed Remy again, Remy would show her who she really was.

Something threaded from her to him and tugged. Down the table, Bambi Robertson glowed—a landscaper with dirt-earned strength and a designer’s eye; chips stolen from her own diet without guilt. Charles, arborist and ballast, watched her with the quiet love of a man who prefers ground underfoot. Their daughter Angel—sixteen, golden and eager—talked snorkels and snakes with her cousin Deny, already rescuing stray creatures in her future.

"Okay, we're done discussing this. We'd better get out of the car before Harriet goes to bed. They must all be worried about you." After that Sean got out of the car first to get Angel's wheelchair out. Angel saw how excited Sean looked to prepare her wheelchair, then Sean put it outside Angel's car door. As soon as Sean opened the car door, he carried Angel carefully. "My body must be heavy." Angel said as she brought her arm around Sean's neck. Angel knows that she has lost a lot of weight because of this disease, but Angel still feels that Sean will have a hard time carrying her. Moreover, Sean will do this many times because Angel can no longer walk.

“Dragging a heavy carcass with an injured foot made it even longer. I’m just saying that, in such an isolated area, there is no one to stop them from migrating if there were any around to do so. I don’t think that they’re near the border. I think they’re deeper in toward the heart of the zombie area.” “This is where you killed the cats?” Felix said with surprise. “Not far from here,” Kendra said as she dropped down next to her cousin. “I just need a few minutes to catch my breath and then I’m good again.” “Felix and I won’t be good for an easy twenty minutes,” Olga assured her. “His club foot and my old age keep us from being as fit as you.”

Xavier’s moan was echoing through her head, a slew of curses, the sound of his thighs slapping against hers, the ringing in her ear sounded off right before she came hard, releasing all her anger and stress before she stopped remembering. Gabriel walked into the club after his long walk there. It was his first time on foot, but every Angel knew the earth from carrying. Once he was at a location he knew it in his mind, memorized like the humans he carried. Another perk of being a carrier. They were the closest to the human kind than any other Angel. Eyes turned to him once he entered the blasting night club seemingly as it wasn’t as packed as it was before. Sunday late night didn’t seem to dr

THE MOMENT THAT KITTY leaves the suite, the three angels swoop down on me. I shrink back from the cloying semi-circle of bleached blonde hair, fake tan and too-sweet perfume. They look a few years older than me, possibly seniors at another school. I was so worried about running into the Three Bs, and instead I've ended up with another (possibly worse) trio of angels. Unfortunately it's not as coincidental as one might think. Alastaire's fans always seem to travel in packs. All Enfablers are like a big family, a sisterhood that spans the globe – but the angels take it to the extreme.

Marisa asked breaking angel away from her thoughts. "Oh, I am usually up this early for school anyway, my body is probably just used to waking up around this time." angel explained. Marisa nodded in understanding, and then an awkward silence filled the room. angel wondered what marisa thought of her. angel is a seventeen year old girl who was pregnant. She probably thought of her as some whore.