Night Angel Series By Brent Weeks Novels & Stories

The bedsheet was dark with evidence of my arousal. "Look how wet you are," he murmured. "You're aching, aren't you? Don't fight it. Let me help you. Let me take care of it." I shook my head firmly. "You're my mentor. I'm your student. We can't do this..." Eric's eyes darkened, and the last trace of restraint snapped. He lunged forward, seizing both of my ankles and violently spreading my legs. "Enough games," he growled. "Girls like you were born to make men feel good."

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel.

Ethan returned to his room and sat on his bed in silence. "What happened in Italy?" he tried to recall the night they returned from the casino. "Did I sleep with her?" he questioned himself but still had no answer. He lay on the bed after changing into something comfortable and closed his eyes to sleep. The next day was a Saturday. Andrews entered the Carter's compound carrying a small bag filled with his clothing. It was eight in the morning. He was ushered to the main house by one of the guards. Derby went to inform Ethan about the person looking for him.

Ace’s POV I got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom.

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

Carlton reached above the bar in some cabinets to grab 8 glasses. “Why do you think I won’t like it?” The curiosity in Nick’s voice was easily heard. Ansel smiled at him. “Because of what the Silverclaw bond does to its recipient.” Nick’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Angel was the first one to experience it, her and Samantha both were…surprised about what happened, to say the least.” Vienna added. “But that aspect fades after the first week.” “What fades?” “The desire to be with your maker, and her desire for you.” Carlton answered seriously.

"Good night, darling..." "Good night, Mom..." Angel began to lie down on the waiting bed next to his mother's patient bed, taking a tilted position looking at the glass wall that showed the night sky. He took a deep breath, still very curious about the mastermind behind the attack on his house. "Could it be Jack? But Jack is a werewolf, not a vampire," muttered Angel with a glare. "So who?" Angel turned around, lying on her side facing her mother. He smiled slightly, looking at his mother who was sleeping with even breathing. "Thank you for sincerely loving me like your own flesh and blood, Mom... I'm lucky to have met you."

Chapter 93 - Epilogue. It has been quite the month of blessings. On my part for being given yet another opportunity to converse with probably my favorite family in Hollywood. A blessing on their part for safely bringing two Angels into this world. Speaking of Angel's, Heaven and Nevaeh Levetté are their given names. Yes, Nevaeh is Heaven backwards. Pronounced neh-veh-ah bet you weren't expecting that one now were you? We took to Wikipedia to get a more profound meaning—

The man said, “I’m bringing her away for her own good. If she stays here with the Ares family, she’ll bring endless disaster to your family.” Baby Robbie trembled violently. He thought about Savannah’s prophecy. Angel was a Scorpio Lone Star. Her family was destined to be doomed. Indescribable pain surged within Baby Robbie’s heart. “I believe that my parents won’t be afraid of experiencing any trouble.” The man said, “Sir Ares and Madam Angeline love you so much. However, Miss Angel loves her parents as well. Angel will choose to leave.” Just then, Jens’ voice suddenly rang out, “Baby Robbie! Baby Robbie!”