Lady And Tramp 2 Angel Novels & Stories

she rebuked her displeasedly, wiping Reya's tears that had already come out. "Are you feeling happy?" Angel smiled a little. "I feel happy, but I also feel sad!" she answered honestly, telling Reya who was still silent. "But I promise I will still meet you, love you, and will not forget you." she continued convincing Reya who smiled at that.

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

,she shuttered, as if she is suffering and fighting with her inner demons, her eyes filled with tears and she is stopping them by blinking away, but still they are making their own way by trolling down from her eyes to her cheeks. "Angel", she sobbed loudly which she is holding for a while and gripped hem of my shirt tightly, making me to think what is the relation between her and that girl Angel. Pilot voice is filled around the room signalling us to seat in our respective seats and put our seatbelts because we are about to land in paris. We slowly went towards our seats and seated there, my eyes are glued on only person in front of me,jasmine. she is mumbling something, even though they ar

I spoke softly. Her angry face suddenly went calm again and her eyes were buried to the ground in total humbleness. "I'm sorry Adrian but I just feel you don't need me and I thought you were in love with Mella" she confessed. "Oh stop thinking that way Tracy, you are my true mate and my Luna I can't and I won't do that" I gave her an assuring smile. Seeing her calm really made her more pretty. Her eyes were glittering and once again I saw the Tracy I wanted.

Jet said loudly. Nervously, I scooted my chair closer to Jets. I felt his humor through the bond, but he felt his face passive. A guard opened the door and I’m not sure what I expected Angelina to look like, but this wasn’t it. She looked like she had too much plastic surgery and Botox. Her teased blonde hair was probably holding the whole can of hairspray. I doubt a muscle could move in her face, but her lips appeared just a little too big for her face. She was skinny with designer clothes. Most importantly, she was human. “Good evening! My name is Angelina Tucker.” She held out her hand for Jet and me. “You must be Alpha Jet and Luna Ivory.”

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

I feel the corner of my mouth twitch upwards despite everything. Azren glances down at me, his eyes crinkling. "Won't you, Angel?" I lift my chin. "Severely," I say. He chuckles, moving over to lift me in his arms and press a kiss to my temple. Sabrina lowers her arms, flashes us a small, wistful smile, and turns towards the door. Azren follows her out, still carrying me. The second the front door clicks shut behind her, he turns and buries his face in my hair.

Venom pierced through my spine, rooting itself deeper and far deadlier with every second I was forced to watch Todd strap on her heels, staring up at her like a desperate pup waiting for a good rub on its head. His hands needed to be ripped off. No, no. They ought to be skinned alive and bathed in acid. Was she doing all this on purpose to reel me up? Payback for grabbing her wrist? However, contrary to that, there was no coyness to her generous hospitality to this moron. She was just programmed that way and it only furthered my frustration to the edge of insanity. “You really didn’t have to; I’m not Cinderella.” Angel glared playfully at him.

and I had to pretend that reason didn't make my blood boil. I forced myself to look at her face, avoiding her chest. "How was the mall, honey?" "It was okay," she said, bouncing over to my desk. She leaned over to look at my screen, her breasts hanging loosely in that thin top, dangling right in front of my face. I could smell her—vanilla and sunshine. "But I missed you, Daddy! Guess what?” “I can't guess, Angel, not now,” I said reluctantly. “I got a new movie!” she cheered. “And I want you to watch it with me. Right now."

She wanted to go down and say hello to him, but she didn't dare to go over after seeing how tall and fierce Bobby looked. She started to get annoyed as she continued to wait in the car and she drank half a bottle of water impatiently. Madelyn, who was in the driver's seat, happily reminded her, "Miss, Sir and Madam are out." Angel immediately put down the water and got out of the car with the bouquet in her arms. She went straight to Fandrey and Deborah. "Grandpa and Grandma!" Fandrey stopped and looked at Angel with his hands clasped behind his back. "What are you doing here?"