Nathaniel Angel Novels & Stories

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

She apologized as she handed the card over and watched his slender, artistic hands untie the ribbon with swift elegance. Watching him, Elena’s thoughts couldn’t help but drift slowly again. Could a man so gentle as Angel truly keep quiet as his brother got involved in such a business as dangerous as raiding mafia gangs? Angel was an artist in a wheelchair, but before then, he was a family man. She could sense how much family meant to him with how he was with his niece, strict, yet caring. And with Salvatore, he felt at home. So why? Why? Why? Elena shook her head. Forcing her thoughts to behave. At least while she was here. In front of two pairs of scrutinizing stranger eyes.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

he whispered one last time before spreading his wings and went away and headed back home. Walking towards the angel's empire, most female angels were staring at him, they were all worried seeing him being speechless for days after the news and after Evangeline's disappearance. They were as well waiting for Evangeline, they admire her braveness to sacrifice her life, but then they knew that if they were in her state, they would do the same. "Are you, alright?" Wizham asked to Zanea, one of the male angels, his brother.

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leaches, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. I want you to respect me, my word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years. You will be by my side when I need you, you will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the

“You’ve never had a real relationship since your first year, have you? Everyone knows the story—the Ashford heir who sleeps with girls, then throws them away like tissues. So what changed?” “Then everyone’s been talking about me accurately.” My gaze stays on hers, steady and unreadable. “Just not when it comes to Angel’s friends.” She shifts restlessly, frustration flashing across her face as her patience finally snaps. “I’m not her friend, for God’s sake! And Angel? You’re still talking about her. Even though she’s gone. Her? She’s a nun, Vincent. The same grey cardigan every damn day. God, she’s timid to a fault. I’m the one who talks to you. I’m the one who actually looks like your type.

"I will not put you in danger, Angel. Daniel is in the hospital. Mathew is in charge. The doctor has a hundred patients to treat. My uncle is occupied. Give me a few hours to take care of you. I … I want to be with you, please don't say no. I am begging you." Angel raised his large hands to frame the side of her neck and face, peering into her teary eyes. Her emotional state got to him and he wanted to tell her she shouldn’t beg for what was hers but he suppressed the feeling. “I can not stay the entire night.” “Angel…” “I have something to do in the pit,” he said. “The pit?” she asked, searching his gaze anxiously. Angel decided to spare her any more agony and ignored the question. “I need

I was going to delete my notes about how I planned my life to be a month after I started at Fire and Desire but something held me back while looking at the notes in a very fancy font and highlights •Become a successful and published author •Travel the world with the man I love •Earn enough money to pay Mama’s debts and get back our house. •Renovate the house ❤️ •QUIT FIRE AND DESIRE; all in a bold font and underlined I shut my laptop off as my eyes eyes well up with tears as I remembered how I became Angel *Flashback; Seven years ago* “Please Mr. Johnson, just let me stay for a week! I can pay the bank soon enough!” I cried as I held a backpack and a luggage “I’m sorry Safina but your mother

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

Nathaniel is spoiled and arrogant so he knows that no matter the kind of relationship he has with his father Mr Williams, he can never let his son spend the whole night in jail for the sake of his reputation he has to protect as a former Minister of Mines. Since the time Nathaniel got married 1 month ago, he hasn’t bothered to get to know his wife or allow her in his house so they can start living together and give the Williams an heir, He thinks she’s a gold digger who pretends to be innocent and humble so she can have a piece of the family cake. A knock on Mr Williams’s study. “Come in.” “Good morning Mr Williams and Merry Christmas. please come to the dining room breakfast is saved.” “Mor