Novelas y relatos de Morningstar Angel

Ace’s POV I got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom.

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

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

Slowly ,he lost his soul and stop breathing. While in the Angel mansion , Angel Edriana Moo works up on ger bed with tears . She knew , she had comes back and left her loving and caring husband in the parallel world . She looks at the calendar in her phone and she's only leaving the world for few months . Slowly she calls her mother with tears flowing down on her checks. " Mommy .... I'm back . " Angel cried hard. " Mommy knows baby ... my advice is , you go to the university tomorrow . Find the first sit in the class. "

Her attempts to restrain herself would always fail if Xander started stimulating her with his dirty words. “What about plans for tomorrow morning?” Angel finally spoke after the long silence that surrounded them. The pasta had just finished. Angel felt nauseous because she forced herself to finish her pasta when her stomach didn't want to be filled anymore. “I have a meeting with some of the shareholders of this hotel at eight. At one o'clock we'll have lunch with Michael.” “What will I do when you have a meeting with the shareholders? You don't need me around, do you?” “You can try the hotel facilities. Gym, sauna, swimming pool, everything. We'll discuss it tomorrow night."

Marisa asked breaking angel away from her thoughts. "Oh, I am usually up this early for school anyway, my body is probably just used to waking up around this time." angel explained. Marisa nodded in understanding, and then an awkward silence filled the room. angel wondered what marisa thought of her. angel is a seventeen year old girl who was pregnant. She probably thought of her as some whore.

Royal said. "Oh thank you" Kendall said. Royal kept eating. "Morning World!!" Angel ran in and quickly took a seat beside Royal. "Wow,looking delicious" She grinned and Royal frowned at her. "What......" "Morning world? That's all?" He asked and Angel blinked. "What are you waiting for?" Royal asked and Angel faced Kendall. "Good morning mom" She said and Kendall smiled. Royal scoffed and kept eating. "Enjoy" Kendall said to Royal and left them.

Fujin asks. “The killer here is named Damian Morningstar, though he may have the powers of a demon, only an Angel can harm a spirit! Find him and bring him to me!” “What is your price?” Hanzo asks. “Your freedom from the Netherrealm and the torture of the first Demon Angel hybrid.” All four of them seem to come to an agreement as they nod their heads at each other. “We will bring you the Demon Angel named Damian Morningstar as promised, Lord Raiden.” They bow their heads. Good. The prophecy must never happen!

It’s official. My father is an idiot. – Angel Nan handed Taz a blueberry muffin and sat down at the table with her. She knew that the woman had been out here for hours and probably didn’t get much sleep the night before. Peeling the paper off her own oversized muffin, she tried to remain casual. “How was the sunrise?” Nan asked. “Beautiful.” Taz answered quietly. “Lonely.” “He has always loved sunrise and sunset.” Angel said as she and Mel joined them at the long glass patio table. “I sent him some pictures of them from all over Europe. The Vatican was my favorite.”

ANGELA’S POV That morning light felt harsh, like it was pointing a finger. The night had been soft, hiding things in shadow, but the day was sharp and clear. It just highlighted everything I wanted to forget. Aaron’s side of the bed was already cool. He had left a note on his pillow in his familiar, messy scrawl. Seeing it was a little anchor in all the weird quiet. Morning drills. Meet you for breakfast. Stay strong love. - A