Mcbride Concrete Angel Novels & Stories

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

Even though she had been here a couple of times when Anna was still around, the renovations that had been effected to this building was nothing she had expected. The rocky hillside had now been leveled and expanded to seem more like a mountaintop, allowing for more decorations and changes. To her side was a fountain with a wolf statue that shot water high into the air and beside it was a sparkling pool that felt inviting; Georgia made sure to take note not to let the triplets anywhere near it. She had always described the Blue City as paradise but when she saw this place, she knew that the Blue City was just a gateway, a passage, a hallway to the original paradise that was situated here.

Don said. "Good. Britney and Bernard will reach out to you. They will help with the marketing bit," Bryce said. "Yes Mr Moore," Don acknowledged and the call ended. Bryce shifted his gaze to Angela who was still sleeping but she kept frowning occasionally. He walked back to the seat and sat down staring at her face. He rubbed her head gently and his eyes shifted to her belly. He smiled. He was going to be a father soon. He wondered if the child was going to be a boy or a girl. He kept stroking Angela's head for a while and another call came through.

“I know but who dares to stop a Knight's car, the sign is on the plate.” Jhonia responded to him explaining with a smile. "Okay, you beat me. See you around angle." Junior said and alerted Jhonia but she acted as if the words didn't matter. Her guardian angel once told her to get rest with angle at the end and for so long only one person had said a line of words with angle at the end.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

It brought back the thoughts of earlier events. “What are you guys eating?” she said, trying to expunge the thoughts from her head, and stop herself from bursting into tears. “Umm…Mrs. Butterworth gave us this…uh, yours is in the flask over there,” Brianna answered, pointing to a small green food flask on the table. Rebecca carried Joanna into her arms and walked the short distance to where Brianna and 8 years old Michael sat, still eating. She touched Michael who hadn’t noticed her presence. He looked up and saw her. A huge smile engulfed his face as he leaped to his feet and dived into her open arms.

And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it. { to know more about the magnificent hall, I’ll show you around personally when you get to heaven #wink } On my way to the magnificent hall I had to fly over brother Luci building which has been deserted for over a millennium years. Passing over this building always makes me remember about brother Luci, I was the last angel created, and I heard it was mother creator that asked that I should be made. I was the youngest and the most cherished of the angels by mother creator like how the supreme

he giggles. Muchie then lazily looks at his friend, sighing at the look on its face. His friend sure is the Angel of Death, no mercy at the souls in his hands. It even laughs sweetly like it didn't just take an innocent soul. Although the Angel of Death keeps a dangerous smile on his face pairing it with an innocent look, Muchie knows he was just a misguided kid. At his age of twelve, he was appointed to such title, to take lives while Muchie at eighteen is a level three guardian angel.