Mlbb Angela Novels & Stories

Angela pointed the knife at me, and Madonna's eyes widened at the sight of the knife, but I walked up to meet Angela, unfazed by her clumsily action of pointing the knife against my chest. "Ma'am, please put the knife down. It's very sharp," Madonna said, her voice filled with worry, but Angela stubbornly refused. "If you come close to me, I will stab you with the knife," she threatened me, but I walked up to meet her. "Go on," I ordered as I finally approached Angela, and her hands trembled as she held the knife firmly. "Don't do it, miss," Madonna said worriedly, and Angela's hands trembled as I pressed my chest against her.

Before she could complete her sentence, Angel was already out of the room. "I am going to kill you. She's still too young to comprehend whatever psychotic things you want to teach her". She scolded me. "I just want her to be able to stand up for herself in a fight". "She'll learn when she's eighteen. For now, it's a no".

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

What the hell was she thinking? Luca looked into my feisty little angel and found out she was working at a strip club owned by Bane, one of our well-known dealers. I had asked my PI to follow Summer after that, and the very next day, received text messages with pictures of my angel dancing half-naked in some club. It was a punch in the gut, a blow I never saw coming. She was too sweet and innocent to be shaking her ass in front of strangers.

His heart kept begging him to see her again. He had met many beautiful women and slept with them. But he has no feelings for them. He only used them for sex. “Angela Lee. Nineteen years old. Height 167, weight 56. Blood type A,” he smiled curiously, “Her blood type is the same as mine. Our hair and eye color are the same.” He moved his gaze back to Angela's picture. He loved seeing her long, straight hair dangling down to her waist. Her beautiful face, her sexy body, and her flawless white skin mesmerized him.

I guess that comes from pretty much experiences everything there is to experience. Alina must have heard my thoughts because her next mind link is only for me and she cuts Bren’s link off. Alina: ‘I am ignoring the arrogant turd comment. I have never had my soul paired with an angel before. I imagine our life together will bring me things even I haven’t experienced. For good or bad, time will tell.’ Divina: ‘I imagine a little of both. I am worried I will be the first angel rejected by her mate.’

- said the angel on the right, named Orphamiel. - Exactly, you must have been curious yourself, otherwise you would have resisted more.- added Razael, standing on the left. - Okay, take it easy guys.- Rathanael turned gently to them. - There's no point in arguing, since you're already here anyway.- Saraqael said, looking at those three like a mother on her mischievous children.- Please, be more serious, you belong to the Scarlet Roses after all. You're good at your job, but sometimes you act like children.- she sighed, then turned her head to Esther.- Meet your colleagues, they're Orphamiel, Anahel and Razael.- Saraqael introduced them, pointing from right to left.- Their main task is to bri

Nigel noticed this and sighed. "I'm sure she's okay." He assured and I nodded but I couldn't concentrate. My instincts were telling me she was not fine. Nigel threw me a game pad and I picked it up, trying to distract myself. Half way into the game, my phone rang. I threw the pad aside and checked. It was Makaila. I sighed in relief. "Makaila." I said, the eagerness evident in my voice. "Christian, help!" She suddenly screamed. I stood up.

The clicking of heels echoes around her as she watches a young lady walking towards her before stopping a few feet away, smiling. Her waist long hairs cascade all around her as she bends down to look at Soralina, her dark black eyes shimmering in sadistic excitement as she grins. Angela Raphael. "Hello Soralina. I have been waiting to meet you." _______________________

A bit surprised, but the wheels of her head were still turning. “Oh my god, that bitch!" Angela eventually blurted out, dumbfounded, her eyes wide and mind racing. “I can’t believe she outplayed us all,” she murmured more to herself. It appeared as if she was ultimately catching up with whatever was going on, making Mir’s throat rumble with anguish. But before he could snap, she was speaking again.