Morningstar Angel Novels & Stories

Mark was standing at the top of a skyscraper, thinking about his the elders want him to sign the form. He knew if he entered the candidacy then he had to left Edinburgh City and not only that he would be bound by the duties of a king. “I was looking for you,” Angel Martin voiced. Mark came out of his thoughts and saw Angel Martin standing beside him. Mark greeted him. “I was busy somewhere but how did you find out that I am here?” Mark asked. “Well, angels know everything,” replied Angel Martin.

Angel looked up, surprise flickering across his face before transforming into a grin. "For us?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "Absolutely! A special breakfast for a special family moment," I replied, beaming with pride. We gathered around the table, the clinking of utensils and the shared laughter forming the soundtrack of our morning. As we savored the food, Heaven, with the innocence only a child possesses, decided to share her latest discovery. "Daddy, guess what? I have a crush on a boy named Eden!" Angel's reaction was immediate—he rolled his eyes and shot a warning glance. "Eden, huh? Be careful, sweetheart. Eden is not exactly good news," he cautioned, his protective ins

My blurry eyes met thunderstorm grey ones. "Moy angel-mstitel." My avenging angel.

Amy looked at me and told, "Sam will be your guide and mentor till you become the full angel and get used to Angelina." Amy really has the commanding position in Angelina and she is really a wise princess.I can say that. However, what does she meant by "full angel"? I had a confused expression on my face. Amy sensed my confusion and replied: "When any human dies, god evaluates the person's sins and then send angels or demons to take the person. If the person is sinner then the demon take them in Demonalia Den and the person's soul becomes Demon by going through few tests and if the person is pure heart angel bring their soul to Angelina and the soul has to go through some test in order to be

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

I hit send and shove the phone into my bag before I can overthink it. Blue grins beside me. "Good. Keep it short and cutting. Make him feel it." My phone vibrates almost immediately, and I take it out, biting my lower lip. My pulse races as I read the text. I can almost feel his anguish. AZREN: Angel, I'm sorry. I was terrified of losing you. I couldn't risk anything happening to you. Please don’t give me the cold shoulder. I’m running on fumes over here. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to soften. Instead, I type back coldly.

He looked almost like he had been petrified in stone. Karl enthusiastically introduced me. "Dad, this is my girlfriend and your future daughter-in-law. She's beautiful and adorable, isn't she? "Her name's Lindsey Hawthorn. We were classmates back in the day. "Babe, this is my dad, Eric Buckley. He's a total beast at making money, and one day, it'll all be ours!" he finished off with a laugh.

I fisted her hair as I deepened the kiss, and she moaned louder. “I need you,” she whispered into my mouth. “Just a few more days, Angel; if I start now, I won’t be able to let you go.” “I’m aching; I need you now, Kian,” she said. She moaned as she fisted my hair. Fuck. “We’re going home. This is the last place I’ll fuck you, baby.” I stood up and made her stand in front of me as I set her clothes straight. “Let’s go.” I led her out. “Marcel, I need to go somewhere; when you get in contact with the driver, let me know.”

I held the tray tightly so it wouldn’t fall from my hands out of sheer shock at seeing him that morning. His beard was well-trimmed, and he looked different. “Is something wrong?” he asked. I then realized I was still standing at the door. I walked in and placed the tray on a small stool beside the bed. “Did you sleep well?” I asked Angel. She reached for her tablet and pen. “I slept very well,” she wrote, smiling. “Is there anything you want to do today? You can request anything, I’ll make sure I do it for you,” I said.

“I will be right there, please. I’ll make it work.” The line went dead. I stood there for a moment, phone pressed to my chest, running calculations. “Mommy, good morning.” Angel interrupted my thoughts as she sat up, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists, her hair a wild halo around her face. “Good morning, sweetheart.” I kissed her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Baby, listen — I need to go to work, but I’m running really late. I was going to take you to Auntie Angela’s, but—”