Nama Nama Fallen Angel Novels & Stories

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

He forced himself to hold her amazing eyes, to give nothing away with his own. The truth was that The Fallen Angels were into all of the above – and a fuck-ton more. And that was just what Warren knew about. He suspected that Ace and Nails kept lots of things under wraps and just between them.

I strengthened my grip on the pepper spray with my other hand. Who was this guy? Did he work with Lucia? That’s the only thing I could think of right now. That woman was the only one in my life connected to shady characters. “You can call me The Raptor. And I have been watching you because you’re getting close to someone that I’m building a case on; someone that I have dedicated my life to ruining.” The furrows in my brows deepened even more. Then…it clicked. “Chase,” I said the name, my heart dropping. Why didn’t I think of him? He probably had some connections with a few shady characters as well.

He can feel his blood pressure rising—if he had some blood left. Then, in a low, firm voice, he asked: “What’s your name, boy?” Angel looked like someone had unplugged his brain. He hadn't expected that question. “Wha—uh—Angel. Sir. Angel Dolci.” The Don closed his eyes as if summoning a distant memory. “Dolci.. Angel Dolci.. Where have I heard that name, hmmm..” His old gray eyes opened and landed on Angel again. “What did your parents do?”

At first, I assume he will stay quiet, but when he turns around to face me and glare at me, little fireworks of pride go off in my chest. He pokes his finger right where I feel the fireworks as he growls. “Angels don't sing, you moron! Angels are so much more than flying fucks and pretty wings. And since you won’t shut your trap until I tell you, here’s the information you’re trying to get – she’s not dead; she’s fucking lost. She’s lost because I keep messing up her way around here. Why you’d ask? Oh, that’s simple. That’s because I’m the fallen one she’s looking for. But there’s this tiny detail. I didn’t fall. I escaped.”

Lucifer's POV I am Lucifer, the angel of misery. but the depraved ones whom I had bedeviled in hell called me something else. above all, my human gaze might be astounding to anyone but I can also make them break out by just showing them my devilish face. I just came to earth in the quest to get my girl back. If I had to make her stay in the Underworld with me, I would. I didn't care if she was going to torture people like me or will had to change me. all I urged was my girl back.

Mr Carter said after finding out that, Mr Martin lost everything and partnered with Mr Green who just used him as his right-hand man for all his dirty work. "You know you never win, Mr Carter," Mr Martin said "I know. I never won because as a bad person, failure was my shadow but as a new person, having undergone a complete transformation and coming to know Christ the Lord, failure becomes the darkness that can't battle the light around me," Mr Carter said and Mr Martin frowned. "What bunch of nonsense are you spilling out now?" Mr Martin asked wondering when Mr Carter became religious. "The kind of nonsense that sends criminals like yourself to prison. I paid my price for my crimes a long t

“Would you help me?” “He must’ve had a reason to cut it off, don’t you think?” I glare up at him when he walks past my front. He chuckles. “Nobi, Nobi, Nobi.” He calls my name three times. “You need to understand that the fact that he is a fallen angel means he is just as evil as you think I am.” His voice comes from behind me. I shake my head. “He told me the reason he got kicked out of heaven. He is not evil. He chose love.”

If he couldn’t then how did he expect her too? “Do I stand out more than others?” Gabriel asked, curiously as Agent Fuller sat beside him unafraid. Agent Fuller scoffed. “You can say that. We don’t have you in any of our databases. You are a ghost and the government can’t afford Ghosts.” He replied, leaning in at first, but then relaxing in the chair. “So who are you?” “My name is Gabriel.” “That’s it. No last name?” Gabriel shook his head. “Would you believe me if I told you I was an Angel?” Agent Fuller started to laugh then. “Do you not believe in Angels, Simon?”

He then went and took a sit at what I presume is his table. "Name." he says looking at me. "Huh?" "Your fucking name." he says and he was clearly irritated. "Andrea." "Last name." he says. When he saw that I wasn't responding he raises his head and looks at me coldly. "Last name." he repeats I wanted to defy him but I couldn't find myself to do it with the way he commanded it. "Misticc." the moment I said it he stopped writing what he was writing on his paper and he looked at me with a shocked expression on his face he tried to mask it but I saw it.