Novel & Cerita Lore Angel

Sincerly, Angel Franco

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

I can't lose my angel! *************************

:⁠-⁠$ Xavier what are you about to do with your Angel? ser feliz 🌹

I will watch over you. A sudden memory flashed in my head. It was blurry, the voice barely a whisper in my head, but I heard it. Artemy’s voice, whispering to my ears once. Sleep, Angel. I will watch over you. I didn’t even have a chance to react because Artemy continued speaking. “The father replied that an Angel is someone who is sweet, kind, caring, calm, and mellow. The most beautiful woman on the planet. Someone who is amazing in every way. An Angel is the girl who makes your heart beat faster when she walks into the room. The girl you will need wherever you go. The girl who makes you want to be better. Angel is someone who is your rock. The person who you love with your entire heart. T

There was a sense of curiosity that he wanted to ask, but he felt that it was impossible to ask a question at this point. But there was one other thing that made her curious besides the questions she wanted to ask. Ardina looked seriously at Rail's face. She was curious about the real form of angels, according to her mother's story, angels are creatures that have never experienced self-aging. The skin is very smooth, soft, and shiny. It is from her mother's story that she knows what an angel looks like. And now, she is in the presence of the Angel of Death. Paying close attention to the face of the very handsome angel. Without realizing it, Ardina's hand was near Rail's face, but she didn't

It was no wonder people loved staying here, it was beautiful. an angelic voice greats me and I can tell its Angela by her scent wafting to me from the back on the entrance. Angela is a succubus and she is very good at her job. I know Dorian didn't tell Rebecca about what she was, and for all intents and purposes she never questioned why Angela was so perfect. Rebecca wasn't even intimidated by her which I found intriguing since Angela was drop dead gorgeous. Any man or woman that walked threw these doors were just enamored with her which made bookings a breeze.

When ever Maree talking about it, he had a smirk on his face that obviously said “ I told you so” Now on a normal day Angel was a beauty to behold. She had the body shape of a Coca-Cola bottle. When ever she walked her hips swayed to an unheard song, she walked in calculated steps , a born stepper. Her hair was the color of dark chocolates which somewhat made it hard for one to know if she had a black hair or she was a brunette. Her eyes which was coffee brown, danced with a glint of coolness but wary. Due to the way she was brought up, she grew up some what paranoid. She had a nose that could make girls want a nose surgery as her pouty lips made her have a bitch face when she was pissed

I looked at her and she smiled. "Only one of you here is not totally blank about everything that has been happening to you all. And why are you here? That's where we come to guide you. Let us start with the introduction first. My name is Angel Raguel. And this is my sister, Angel Ramiel. And yes, we are real angels. If any of you fools were about to ask me that stupid question, bury it back inside your head." Angel Raguel started explaining in a low tone. But his tone was annoyed by the end. Surprised at his sudden outburst, I turned to look at everyone. I found Ian looking around as if he was caught red handed.