Lady And Tramp 2 Angel Novels & Stories

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.

I open my tightly shut eyes to be met with the all too familiar grey ones. "Got ya, love. Again." He says and pulls me up. Angel comes to me and hold my jeans, yelling, "I caught you! I caught you!" I tap her head making her look up. "Sure you did, love." A lady comes, holds angels hand, "I am her mum. Thank you for playing with her. We will be leaving. " Before she could go, Angel asked, "Is he your friend? Hi. I'm Angel. Bye Cali." She says all so fast and runs away with her mum chasing after her. Kids are weird.

He questioned. "Sir, can’t you take me legally in, to take care of everything related to me"? Liam asked, this time with a little hope in his eyes. Lucas smiled at him. He was cute. "I have a better option Bub". Lucas said hooking his finger under his chin to look into his chocolate eyes. "Be my Baby". He said in a low yet firm tone. He knew what he was saying. Liam was staring into his eyes and then, he gasped.... ---- Tabby

The couch to the side wall didn't look like anyone had laid on it either which meant Angel hadn't returned since he left after his bath the previous night. She got up and went to have her bath and brush her teeth. When she opened the wardrobe to see if there was something she could wear, she found a pair of denim trousers with a black shirt. She quickly wore them and found her way down the stairs. The smell of fresh coffee assailed her. And as she got to the stairs landing leading to the foyer, her eyes settled on the back of a tall, dark-hair lady standing very close to Angel. The two were oblivious to her presence and the lady was pouring coffee into a cup Angel was holding, and at the sam

Her straight, slightly wavy hair was tied up high, Logan still continued to stare at Angel's movements from a distance. "What does she want to do," Logan's lips muttered softly. His gaze narrowed even further. He didn't believe it but this really happened, Angel climbed the big tree in front of him without fear Even though she was wearing a skirt. Who would have thought, a woman as small as Angel did all that. "Miss, please come down carefully." Logan sucked his tongue, pushing his cheeks from the inside. A slight smile appeared, when he saw the woman come down hugging a light brown cat. The three servants seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, Logan was still staring at Angel. Waiting for the

I know she's been working for him for two years and I know he likes her a lot, but I never imagined he trusted her so much, "You want Sammy for yourself? Angel said you two were flirting the other day." "Nah, I've seen her twice since that day and we vibed more as friends, I also have an inkling that Angel likes her, so," he shrugs, "I'm counting on her bringing a friend for me. So, are you down for this party? Because I still have to call Sammy and set everything up... but you can't leave The Cage, Birdie. Stay here, hold on a little longer."

Bacon sizzled in the pan, scrambled eggs fluffed up in the bowl, and a stack of toast rested on the warming tray. My mind kept drifting, wandering back to the way Damien's hands had held me. The way he asked for permission. The way his lips had found mine. The way he pulled away. The way... Before I could fall into the spiral again, I heard giggling. Childlike and full of joy. I looked up. Angelina came into view perched on Damien's shoulders, gripping his hair like handlebars and using his head like a steering wheel. "Left! Left! No, Daddy, that's right!" She squealed through laughter.

“Angel and I found our ladies at the mate ball, the one your grandfather hosted, Ivan. I was twenty years old when I found my sweet Claire. Angel was nineteen when he found Leyla.” Angel’s face went blank. “I know you lost your wife when she gave birth to Landon. My condolences to you both. I’m sure it was difficult losing her, Sir.” A flicker of sorrow passed through his eyes. “However, I’m glad the goddess granted you a second chance, mate,” I replied, leading me to my question at Angel. This was my chance, and I maintained a composed demeanor.

She asked in confusion. "Really? You mean you don't recognize this gorgeous face?" The lady asked. As she removed her mask, Angel was bondazzled. She was pleased with who she saw. She wore a big smile on her face. "Tracy." She called out in shock. "How long has it been? Gosh you look tentastic." Complimented the lady who seemed to have known or been close to Angel before. They hugged and air kissed each other and busted out laughing.

"Mr. Summers just joined our security force and I wanted him to meet you." "Oh, well I guess that's okay," Angelica concedes as she sits back and dabs her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. As we talk, I watch her body slowly calm. Angel has resurfaced, shooing away the hard memories that come with her other personality, Angelica. "So Angel," I scold. "What was wrong with Tracy? I thought you liked her." "She parted my hair on the right. I always have it on the left," she insists. "Angel always has it on the left."