Mystreet: When Angels Fall Novels & Stories

Azaliah watched in horror as heaven fell into an uproar. She had seen this before, angels screaming and yelling, Michael barking commands at the other angels, structures falling and collapsing and speckles of golden dust littering the air. She had seen it all before but this time, it wasn't just in the walls of a temple, it was real. She was living it.

city of Florence was too beautiful. Too golden. Too poetic for the kind of life he wants to live. And poetry? It can’t save you from the mafia. Angel chewed his lips. He wants to go back to America. Period. Angel’s legs moved fast. His head was down but vigilant. Hands tucked into the long sleeves of his white stretchable shirt. His boots tapped against the cobblestone with urgency. His long necklace swayed slightly with every step. Eyes darting. ‘Where are they?’

She motioned with her hand beside her with a devilish grin. Angel's heart skipped a beat. Getting into the car was not going to be anything good. Yet, where is the choice? Angel fearfully let go of the bag and took a step towards the car. The roses and chocolate find their way to the ground helplessly. The maniacal grin of Stella made Angel shake with terror, and her eyes stung with tears, fearing the worst to come. She wished someone would save her, but she was all alone. Angel stretched out her shaking hands to get the door. Luckily, Phil bounced from the back, calling her name. It was a save Angel was waiting for, and Phil was an angel sent from heaven.

Selena questions, looking at Nisemono and the lost boy who seemed too upset to talk. "He took Amorivia," he said, gritting his teeth. "It seems like he knows our plan. He said she possessed the power to unlock his weakness. The Angel does not want to be defeated. We have to travel to the City of Reflection. Let's find it on the map that the King has given us." "City of Reflection?" "That sounds like a great place to die." "For the Angel of Death," says Kitto, shaking his head, "Not for us. We have to go home no matter what."

The Outer Angels fell through the portals opened in the sky. Mira came through one portal and free-falling to the ground. She looked at her sides and noticed the Outer Angels were flying heading towards her. As an intruder, they would prioritize dealing with her before she could reach the ground.

ANGEL'S POV She stretched as she woke up, but her eyes were still closed until her wrong action suddenly made her fall. ❝Ouch!❞ she fell on the cold floor. Angel immediately realised that because of that, she got up even though her fall hurt because she didn't expect anyone to help her because she was alone until there were hands that she didn't know where they came from. These hands helped her to stand up. Wait, I'm alone in the room. Whose hand is this?

"You hurt me so badly, Alexander. I thought you loved me truly, but I guess I was wrong." Alexander's face contorted in anguish as he stood up. "Oh, Angel, I do love you truly. I love you more than words can express. You are the sunshine that brightens up my day, the star that guides me through the night. You are the rhythm that makes my heart sing, the melody that fills my soul with joy. You're my Angel, my miracle. You are my everything, my reason for being."

“Your chapter with me ended long ago. We're done, forever.” “Leave now,” Mama added. “And don't ever come here without my invitation.” Angelina quivered with frustration. She glanced at me with annoyance and dragged a breath. “Well then. I see I'm not welcomed here. For now.” She sauntered back to her car, paused to glance at us one last time, then climbed in. The engine of the Maybach rumbled to life. Then she steered out of the courtyard, tires spinning on the gravel and throwing up sand.

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

“Don’t touch me.” The way she froze told me she understood exactly what I meant. I didn’t look at her. I opened the door, climbed in, and slammed it hard behind me. Angela sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead. The engine roared to life, breaking the silence as we wound down the twisting road out of Malibu Canyon. No one spoke. Until we turned away from Malibu Crest, Angela looked over quickly, brow furrowed. “We’re not going to Malibu Crest?”