Novel & Cerita Mystreet: When Angels Fall

The last auction at LA was simply made because a certain Italian don needed to be killed, and judging by that fact; I was sure not to head there as not to ruin things for the allying mafia family. It was stupid of the man to actually hold an auction on grounds that he knew weren’t safe grounds ad in what we called ‘the sacred territory’. Everyone who knew who we were knew what the price of breaking the rules was, and the men who dared defy that decision paid their price that night. “I have to admit, you look handsome yourself” Anastasia said shyly. She took my tie from me and went to help me put it on, and being curious to know what she would do, I stayed quiet and watched.

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

"Angel, you don't have to thank me. We're in this together, navigating the twists and turns of life. Tonight is about finding solace in the freedom of the open road." We drove through familiar streets and unfamiliar neighborhoods, each turn symbolizing a step forward in our shared journey. The car became a sanctuary where unspoken words found expression in the quietude of the night. The cityscape transformed, revealing hidden corners and unexpected beauty, much like the layers of Angel's own story gradually unfolding.

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

The partitioned presence inside my mind answers before I can. Observer authority override detected. My stomach tightens. “No,” I say quietly. Ezra wipes rain from his face and squints into the golden tear. “So what is it?” The wind slows again. The rain softens. Almost like the storm itself is backing away. Then something moves inside the light. Not descending. Stepping. Like the sky is a doorway and someone just walked through it. The angel emerges. Not falling. Walking. One step out of the rift… then another… until it stands suspended twenty meters above the flooded street.

she cursed loudly and started to run. Right on her cue, the Eidolon Demons disguised as a person, jump out to follow her. Demons are fast, but Angels are faster. Thing is, Demons are also reckless, while Angels are more careful. Only if she was familiar with the place, she thought. Azrael leaps through the mazelike streets of stalls of vegetables, fruits, spices, and clothing cautiously not to damage their livelihood and to have any casualties.

The drive to Angels was relatively peaceful, no traffic around for miles, just wide empty roads as I blast the song Battlefield by Jordan Sparks over my car's speakers. “I never meant to start a war. You know I never want to hurt you. Don’t even know what we’re fighting for” I sing not caring who heard me as I really liked the song and felt like it resonated with me especially with how things turned out back home. Drumming my fingers I continue to sing to the music as I slowly make my way towards Angels, eventually pulling up towards a huge building. Once there I quickly move to park my car before turning off the engine and heading inside.

He sat inside the black Maybach, opened the garage with the key and drove out. Andrews found out he was on the street. He looked behind him and smiled. What he thought was a huge wall was an opening of another garage inside the main garage. He headed for the location Mr Carter sent to his phone and picked him up. "Where are we going?" Andrews asked once Mr Carter was sitting at the back of the car. "The hospital," replied Mr Carter. Andrews acknowledged and headed for the hospital. They arrived after a few minute's drive. Mr Carter got out of the car and headed for the hospital entrance.

Sandra paced her opulent room, the plush carpet muffling her agitated footsteps. The moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting an eerie glow on her surroundings. She clutched her phone, waiting impatiently for the call she had placed to connect. Finally, a deep, gravelly voice answered, breaking the silence. "What is it, Sandra?" the voice growled, laced with impatience and anger. Sandra's lips curled into a sneer. "It's Andrea," she spat, unable to mask the venom in her tone. "That pathetic human is ruining everything. She was never supposed to be Luna. That position was meant for me."

As if she’s been looking for me for a long time. I looked at Tania and she was crying. I looked at Divina who was watching at their front door and she was shocked about what was happening. She is in a panic and she doesn't know what to do. I know the Doctor is a fallen angel that was left after the battle. The last one standing among fallen angels. Who is pretending to be a doctor? I don’t want her to hurt Tania or Divina. That is why I tried to call my black smoke to help me but they are not coming out. I don’t know if she can control it not to come out while she is holding my arm or it is not coming out because it is not real, but I am Isaac. The angel of death. I looked around again and I