Mcbride Concrete Angel Novels & Stories

Hamilton scolded without a second thought. “Oh. Right. Wait. But don’t we need skills and materials too?” “I’m sure Angie has an idea.” Angie pointed down the road without saying a word. Those who had been paying attention to their conversation looked at where Angie pointed and finally noticed what laid on the other end of the road. There were tall concrete structures that looked like melted wax. “Are those…?” Hamilton and Miryam whispered breathlessly. Their eyes were wide and filled with wonder. “It’s only a matter of time before we’d run into an abandoned city, or whatever it was.” Angie answered their question before they needed to ask.

-You should have told me that they were making you feel uncomfortable-Brayden -I didn’t want to cause a scene. This isn’t our house.-Me -Angel I know that is not the only reason.-Brayden -Fine, I didn’t want to look like some crazy jealous girlfriend or something like that.-Me -Angel you are my mate and my Luna you are way beyond a girlfriend. Besides, I think it would be sexy to see you act all crazy and jealous over me.-Brayden

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

“I know the food may be small for men of your sizes…” “It’s okay, Nadie, they just need sustenance,” Angel rasped as he started to use broken concrete to cover the wall. When he was done, he picked up the bag that contained his food and reached for her hand. “Put off the light you don’t need it and it might attract attention,” Angel said.

"Hmm. That's awesome." "Yeah. My cousin is the best." "He is," I said, lowering my gaze. "Not just him though. Uncle Adrian as well." My heart picked up as I looked at her. "They are both angels," she said, pressing her phone. Yeah. I can tell. She meant one is an angel. The other could be a demon, but she sees him as an angel. Of course. Not long later, we got to a mall called, "LATINA POISE" Lucas and Carlos remained behind as Mimi and I walked further into the mall.

I curled into bed, and after the feeling of endless crying, I managed to fall asleep around three in the morning. The morning came, and another day felt like forever again. Angel gave me baked mac and cheese, saying it was from her brother. She couldn’t eat it because she was in dire need at her office. Her work seemed troublesome with this kind of boss, but she said that if not for her high salary and luxurious benefits, she would rather find another job. Since we were new here in Claybourne, I decided to go outside with my son and explore the area. We would not go far; we just wanted to have a walk. It was not healthy for a werewolf to restrict our activities and movements.

Mhadz asked worried. "Yeah, I'll be fine, Mhadz, I'm seventeen, I am almost an adult" Angel exclaimed. "Well call me when you get there and when you leave." Mhadz demanded. Angel rolled her eyes. "Okay 'Sister', I will be sure to call" Angel said making her way out. "Bye Mhadz". Angel closed her front door and ran down the sidewalk excited. Angel started about all the rides, petting zoo and the cotton candy. Angel was running and smiling she didn't see the little girl coming. Angel and the girl crashed into each other. Angel feel flat on her butt.

answered Angel with a big smile. Mrs. Matthew looked frozen, staring at the old shop that was in front of him now. There was a feeling of emotion that welled up in the chest, also surrounded by deep sadness. About five years ago, they celebrated Angel's thirteenth birthday at this place, with her husband before the accident happened a week later. "But, darling... is this shop still open?" asked Mrs. Matthew. "Of course, even though there are no buyers because it is considered too far from the city," answered Angel as he got out of the car, not forgetting to open the door for his mother.

“Adriana and you messed this up for me and now you’re telling me not to contact you when you’re at work?” Angel’s jaw tensed. “I didn’t mess anything up. If you weren’t so obsessed with Monica, none of this would’ve happened. The McKenzie designs flopped because of you, Brie. You want to dragme into this mess.” “Shut up, Angel.” Angel’s grip tightened on the phone. “No—you shut up, Brie. I’m done letting you use me.” “Using you?” Brie’s laugh was cold. “I’m helping you, Angel. Do you really want to spend your entire career in Monica’s shadow? Huh? You want to be second best forever?”

Paloma laughed, “Yes, of course, Miss Julia.” Julia shot her a look. “Oh, yeah, Julia.” She corrected herself, with a smile. *** The vehicle screeched into the compound of Mr. Gonzalez house. It was an opulently looking mansion, one that exudes affluence. Don got out of the vehicle and was welcomed by the servants who came out to greet him. Even though it had been a while, he could still recall the memories it suppresses. Memories of his childhood concealed throughout the entire space.