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I asked. He nodded. "Everyone in this club has a name." Gabriel stated. "A road name for the brothers, a stage name for the girls. Everyone must call each other by those names here. Your old name connects you to your past. It connects you to the people who can trace you, the people who want to find you, and the people who broke you. In here, you leave that baggage at the door. Out there on that stage, you aren't Alina anymore. You are Angel. Understood?"

I didn't know how Airen would feel about my nickname or the reputation that earned me that nickname. "It's just a little nickname I picked up. In Europe and South America, I just go by Angele de Mureto." I explained, hoping she wouldn't be too upset with it. Airen looked at me with wide eyes. "And whyyyyy exactly are you called The Angel of Death?"

“Angioletto, enough!” I chuckle. “He marries her secretly. And soon after, they have a daughter. Brielle. Beautiful name for a beautiful little girl.” “Angel, please!” Laughter ripples out of my throat. an Angel, that is who I am. An Angel of light, an Angel of darkness, an Angel of peace and tranquility, an Angel of life, an Angel of death—I have the capability of becoming any type of Angel I choose to be, but my choices solely depend on the person standing, sitting perhaps, on the other side.

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

Alexander: You see, my angel, on your twenty-first birthday, if we don't know your name, or if your wolf isn't there… I sighed again. Alexander: …there's a good chance you'll forget everything, especially me, and since we've only just met, if I don't know your name, I'll have no way of remembering you. Angel: But you gave me a name, Angel… Alexander: It's not the same, it's not your name. Angel: It's the only one I have, it's my name…

She’s my everything, my angel, my little bird, my pretty girl. A bird that I want to cage and keep for myself, this is the only thing I know. She isn’t a photo to be shared, or a movie to been by others. She is an opulence, only I can have. I was scared of taking her name by my tainted mouth, fearing I’d ruin her… but the way I find myself, I guess it’s me who is ruined. ‘Angel’ was something my mother used to call me, she told me we give nicknames to those who we love and I believe I am in love with Grace Rue, so she is my angel.

She was a broken angel spreading smiles everywhere while hurting from inside. “He is so cute,” Angela caressed the newborn’s cheek and smiled fondly. “What are you going to name him?” Angela asked while stroking the baby. “If it’s not too much to ask I wanted you to name him,” Alvira confided hesitantly. Angela looked up at her with mild surprise. She asked her if she was sure about it. Alvira nodded in affirmation. Angela had come into her life like an angel and she wanted her boy to get blessings from this angel. If not for her she would be long dead. Angela lowered her gaze to the baby.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

The words don't seem to come out because of how angry I am, my whole body shaking in anger. Enzo notices it and he holds my chin, speaking softly, "Angela." It's the pet name he had personally given me, all my brothers had their names for me, and this one meant Angel. Usually, it always calmed me but this time it only made me nervous. "I would have told you if I could but I made a vow to Padre. He promised he would tell you on his terms, and I like to believe he knows what he says sometimes."

Alice whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness. "I am not an angel, sir. Mother said angels are those who die and then become angels, but I am a living person, sir," Alisha said, her voice filled with innocence. "Do you have any mental problems, Angel?" Alice asked, his concern mingling with his possessiveness. He didn't even know why he was giving her a nickname, but it slipped out involuntarily. "I told you I am not an angel. I have a name, and it's Alisha. I have no mental problems, and yeah, you can't call me an angel. You are mental," Alisha retorted, her voice laced with defiance.