Morningstar Angel 소설 & 이야기

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.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

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.

Captive: Gavin turned on his heel and raced back to The Morning Star. Jacob, Jason, Thomas, and Alan were running towards him. "Get to the Star!" Gavin yelled at them as he ran towards them. The men stopped looking at him confused. They glanced at one another trying to understand what Gavin yelled. "The Star! Get to the ship!" He yelled again. Jason heard him this time. He nodded to him as he turned towards the ship. "To the Star lads!" Jason said to them.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

Frey took her phone and then went out to make a call. “Granny, what’s happening?” I shouted. Then her shaking stopped. She slowly straightened her head towards me. Her eyes are still rolled up and her grip is still tight. She suddenly spoke with a voice that is not hers. On the day the moon and the sun kiss, The birth of a morningstar shall cause demise. The evil shall bow down, and kiss the hem of her gown. The Most High will once again be thy guide. “You, the Morningstar Daughter. You shall die!” she shouted and then grabbed my neck to choke me.

But none possessed Angel’s ethereal quality. His delicate defiance. This boy wasn’t merely a possession. He was Federico’s masterwork! Years in the making! He could still picture it— That day Angel smiled and laughed in the streets of Florence. ‘He smiled at me! I just know it!’ So carefree! So young! He had Angel investigated immediately. Quietly sabotaged his parents' business. Then swooped in as a savior—offering loans. Smiling. Charming. Millions handed out like candy.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.