Morningstar Angel Novels & Stories

Their eye contact met intensely as if there were many implied messages that could not be expressed in words. "Fuck! I'm sick of it," Angel muttered, standing up from his seat. Letting go of the golf club roughly, and throwing away the hat that covered his head unceremoniously. He left his backyard, he would rather feed the piranhas than sit there like a fool. "Why does it have to be Sunday!" said Angel with quick feet. Running a little to reach the mansion door that was wide open in front of him, he ignored the maid who was staring at him with a puzzled look.

Angel The heat outside was thick. I pushed through the glass doors of Stellar Media, and the sudden blast of cold air made me shiver. I stood in the quiet lobby, my fingers tracing the edge of my folder. Politeness opens doors that anger shuts. My father’s words echoed in my mind, his voice sounding thin and tired, just like it had on the phone earlier this morning. Don't let your words become a blade today, Angel. Secure this job. For both of us.

“No. I remember hearing a noise and woke up.” “Where are your parents? You were alone.” “It was date night. I was supposed to be with someone.” “Who?” “I don’t know. They never came.” The doctor looked at the nurse. Their subtle gaze held a conversation all on its own. She proceed to tell them her name was Akaisha Morningstar; she was seven years old. Her parents were Galena and Marshall Morningstar. She continued to tell them her address and birthday. The person in the helmet never moved, only listened intently to her. Everything they had already learned about her was being confirmed by the little girl. The parents were out of the picture permanently, but she didn’t know that and will never

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

bizarre. Despite all that, he continued to shower me with candy and flowers, his way of trying to soothe my frustrations. It was sweet, but I was still furious. He kept insisting that I return to the club, that nothing would happen again. Finally, I decided to call him. “Angel,” he answered on the second ring, his deep, rich voice like milk chocolate. “I need you to stop telling other employers not to hire me,” I demanded. “No,” he replied, so simply, so confidently.

Damien's POV Staring at the text message I had written out and was considering sending, I decided I sounded desperate. Red was an angel; that, I was certain of it. I could sense her purity and divine power, even if it was mingled with an otherworldly malice that I didn't even know existed. With a throaty groan, I threw my phone on the bed, just like I had the last four times I had wanted to text Abigail.

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

Amelia woke up, she was late for work. She worked in a mini fashion design company as a part time fashion designer and she had a very strict boss, she hoped her boss had not yet arrived, if not she was doomed. She washed up quickly throwing on the first clothes she laid her hands on, took her keys and was out of the apartment she lived in. The apartment belonged to her best friend Mel. Mel had been the only one she could fully call family, Mel was an angel sent to her, ever since her mother had abandoned her some years after her father’s death, Mel had been the one taking care of her. Mel was very rich...well her father was the wealthy one and she enjoyed daddy’s money.

"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.

She asked even though she already guessed what went wrong. "Mr. Brown pulled out of the deal and he is currently out of the country to have a dick reconstruction surgery or whatever the fuck he called it." Mr. Brown was the owner of a private bank and a hedge fund company, he was a very rich man with many successful investments. She raised her head and stared at him. She did not need to read him to know he was amused and angry at her. "I will fix it immediately he gets back." "No, I need it fixed right now. You have thirty-six hours to fix this." He said and walked out.