My Sweet Angel Novels & Stories

"Hell no. I'm not bringing flowers to your grave because you decided we were all better off without you. We're not. And if you jump off this building, I swear to God I'll find a way to go to hell, drag your ass back up here, and kill you myself for breaking all our hearts." A strangled laugh escaped through my tears. "And what about Timothée?" she added. "You think I'm going to explain to my son someday why his Aunt Maddox isn't here?" My head snapped in her direction. "You brought the baby?" "Of course I did. It's his bedtime, and he won't sleep unless he's in my arms with my tit in his mouth." "Shit." "Yep." She nodded toward the patio furniture beneath the gazebo. "Now, come sit with me.

But before I could move, Angel spoke. "Did you just call her fat?" "So obvious, dear," Sara replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She looked at her friends. They were all smiling. Waiting for Angel to laugh along. Angel smiled. That smile. I know that smile. It's not a happy smile. It's not friendly. It's a code red. Something bad is about to happen. I've seen that smile before. Right before things went wrong. "Okay," Angel said. Her voice was sweet. Too sweet. "I would love to hang out with you then."

"What's your name?" Angel struggled to sit up, leaning slightly against the bed, gazing at me with tenderness. "Mike... my name is Angel. My nickname is Candy." "Angel?" I frowned. A name I didn't recognize. "Yes," she nodded. "Because I liked sweets, my nickname became Candy. Mike, back then when we were kidnapped by the rogues, locked in that tiny dark room... you haven't forgotten, right?" I recalled the kidnapping, the small dark room—it all matched.

the little angel says with a bright smile. I love Angel’s attitude, composure, and behavior. She doesn’t act like the spoiled rich kids I often hear about. Her smile alone can brighten anyone’s mood. Such a jovial, sweet, and cool kid. I wonder what her mother would feel if she saw her, and I wish she knew how well Andy has raised this cute little princess.

“Handle your emergency. Send the replacement. We’ll manage.” “Daddy.” Angel turned to me. Her eyes were filling. Those fast, convincing tears that she produced on command. “You can’t mean it. I don’t want anyone else but Mrs. Martha in our house.” Her voice dropped to something smaller. Vulnerable. “What if she’s pretty? What if you look at her the way you look at me?” She turned back to Martha. The tears were gone. Replaced by something colder. Harder. Her voice dropped and the sweetness vanished and what was left was the real Angel — the one I pretended not to see when she was being charming.

I sob. "No, it is not your fault, though I don't understand, I know it is not your fault." She said, she was just like an angel that had come to stop me from hurting myself, she was like a fairy in wonderland. Tears blurred my gaze and I pulled her into a hug. "Right, it's not my fault." She was the first person to say this, like a guardian sent by my mother. I pulled her to arm's length. "She's dead, my mother is dead." Tears filled my eyes and I leaned in and kissed the angel that was before me.

Have you met angels in real life? Feeling as if your life is only focused on someone. She becomes the center of your world as if gravity keeps you drawn towards her. Someone you deserve to wait no matter how long. Someone who makes you forget all your sadness just by looking at her. Someone who can make you happy just by seeing her smile even though you are not the reason for that smile. It might sound a little exaggerated, but I've found the angel. A very beautiful angel with a sweet sincere smile, her eyes are also very beautiful to make everyone like her. It's not an exaggeration but the angel really came to me, her name was Precious.

My body is so weak, my mind barely able to register the world around me. “Trixie, it’s Angel,” comes a whisper from the other side of the door. I try to say something back, but all that comes out is a mumble, some vague sound that I’m not even sure she’ll hear. “Can you hear me, Trixie?” she whispers again, more urgently now. “Yes...” I manage to breathe out, though it barely sounds like a word. “Don’t give up! Sweetness called—your friend just slaughtered everyone at the main house. He’s coming for you.”

I said continuously. "Well, I only wanted to assure a beautiful girl on the other line that there is nothing to worry about. Maddox has only one princess, and that is Angelique Carpio." I feel butterflies in my stomach hearing Maddox's endearment on the other line, and I'm trying to hide it from him. He is way too cheesy this time. "Angel, baby, you there?" "Yeah, you made my night. I love you." "I love you too, baby. You're so sweet tonight. Do you know that?"

I stammered as I felt I was choking on my own voice. I was stumbling upon walking, I couldn't even look at her, my knees were wobbling and I wasn't even able to believe it. At that moment, all of the moments I spent with Diya flashed in front of me. How she smiled, the way she looked at me, the way her little gestures make me smile, the moments we shared, even the pain of separation that we felt. And all of this felt like a lifetime of memories, even if it was just a couple of months. And that's when I realised, she is an angel in my life, an angel who is here to lighten up the darkness of my life and I can't lose her.