My Angel System Novels & Stories

My Angel. A small smile made it across my lips at the thought of my little Angel as I made my way in. But my smile was soon replaced by a frown when I saw Angel lying on the ground, unconscious. "ANGEL!"

she thought out loud. Her butler was worried, he could hear her mumbling, and talking on her phone, ever since she came back from work. Angel's butler was about fifty years, he has served her family ever since she was barely eight. "Miss Angel, do you say something?" he inquired. Angel looked at him "nothing" Angel stood and went to her bathroom, she called the company IT team to delete the comments professing love to Miles. Some minutes later, "Miss Angel, someone else has done it"

They climbed into my lap, and I placed kisses on each of their little heads. Angel was wearing a blue sundress, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun. Even though she looked exhausted, she was fucking gorgeous. She was not only an amazing mom and wife, but an exceptional Luna. Everyone who met her instantly fell in love. Her telekinesis had also advanced so much she could create and control all of the elements and change states of matter in an instant. I couldn't help but marvel at her every day. Once Angel realized Noah was here, she embraced him. "Oh my Goddess, Noah! You came back!" she exclaimed through tears.

“I….. I don’t know how to show my gratitude to you two fo…. For giving me this life, a…. and sacrificing your life so that I could live, but the thing that I know very well is…. Is that I am not going to spare any of those evils who are responsible for your deaths. The only mission of my life from now on is ….. is to send those evil creatures to hell, an…. And make this world a better place to live for all the innocent people.” Angel was so overwhelmed with her sorrow that her voice continued raising with every word coming out of her mouth. She wanted to go forward and hugged both Ava and Madeline, but she was afraid. They were still inside that transparent box. Angel understood that their b

🌙 THE REALM OF THE MOON ANGELS, ISHKA. The moon angels had always lived there lives as flower petals. It's unimaginable right? But then it gets very interesting. Each petal bloomed with it's peculiar characteristics. They had a keeper who is a messenger from the Fore Kingdom. She was known as Mother Queila. All the petals loved her because she takes very care of them right from their blooming stage until they wither entirely. Her responsibility also entailed making sure that the excalibar never left the lines gate of the earth.

I rolled my eyes. "Yet I'm being hated because I'm straightforward." I sighed but he just shook his head. Maybe processing my brilliance or something but nevermind. Now that he mentioned it, I suddenly remembered that Aleng Angela asked me to buy something for her at the nearby convenience store. She's our neighbor and was kind enough to help Briar and me in watching over Papu at the hospital. So despite the fact that I am not a freaking errand girl, I'll just let her pass. I was about to stand up, but I just froze in my spot because of his reply.

Claire's face breaks into a smile, “I think you should be the one running for Senate. You make one hell of a pitch,” I nod silently, and from the corner of my eyes, I catch Angel engulfed in her desktop. Her teeth are digging into the bottom of the pen. “Is everything alright, Angel?” I ask, pulling her attention, She looks up immediately, and I can see her finally returning from her dissociation. “It is,” she responds, arching her back. “I am working on the sites, and dates for events.” “Do you mind engaging us?” Claire takes the baton from me,

I fumbled through my pockets, only to remember my phone was already destroyed. “Quick! Give me your phone!” I lunged at Leonardo and snatched the phone straight from his pocket. I tried to call, but the call wouldn’t connect because Marco’s number had been deactivated. At that moment, my heart sank. There was only one reason a Medici family member’s number would be deactivated: betrayal. With shaking hands, I dialed Rachel’s number, and the call connected.

angels"....the club's term for the women who serviced members anonymously through gloryholes, private rooms, and live exhibitions. Maya was twenty-six, had a master's degree in finance, and made more money working twelve hours per week at The Obsidian than she'd made in her previous corporate job working sixty hours per week. She was also addicted to it. To the anonymity. To the raw, brutal sex. To being used by strangers who saw her as nothing but holes to fuck. It was Wednesday night, one of her scheduled shifts and Maya stood in the "preparation room" with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready.