Oda X Ango Novels & Stories

The sight of him barely conscious, still breathing, only fueled my anger. I stepped closer, towering over him. "Who sent you?" I asked, my voice calm but deadly. He chuckled through cracked lips, spitting out a glob of blood. "Go fuck yourself D’angelo" he muttered, his voice thick with defiance. I could see the scorpion tattoo running on the right side of his neck, he clearly belonged to the Anotti clan, maybe not by blood but he was one of them.

Angelo, thinking about the old man again, brought a heavy sigh and exhaled it heavily, a little bit depress. His beautiful black phoenix eyes was inexplinaxly dull for a moment when he stared at Peerce face that a confused expression was visibly written into its refined and sharp face, his mood dampened more after seeing this. Inhaling and exhaling once again, he gathered up his courage and straightened up his back. His short frame with nearly 184 cm height or 1.84 m, despite the thin and slender body had a moment of determined arrogance with a little bit of dominance as a quick thought flash through his mind.

:⁠-⁠$ Xavier what are you about to do with your Angel? ser feliz 🌹

Anurak asked him. “Of course. About what?” Angelo asked, smiling. “Something, something.” There is something strange in Narae's smile that sends shivers to Angelo. “Nar,” Anurak laughed. “Calm down, S̄eụ̄x.” Tigress. “I am calm.” Narae let out a chuckle before she looked at Angelo. “So, warm-up?” Narae smiled. “What’s your work, Oppa?” Angelo straightened his back. “I’m a system analyst and I do have investments here and there. I mostly invest in Emy’s businesses.”

he replied, smoothing down his sweatpants. "Are you serious?" Angelo asked, a huge grin splitting his face in two. If there was anything he loved more than booze, it was breaking and entering. It had been a while since he was in his element. His role as an acquisition specialist rarely needed his skill set. So to say he was over the moon at their little excursion was an understatement. "I don't have anything better to do at the moment," Austin said, heading for the door. He didn't need to tell his capo twice; Angelo was on his feet at lightning speed, throwing on his biker jacket.

Yet, here he was, already giving her attitude. "I'm going with you." Dexter sighed helplessly. Seeing Angela's blank expression, he truly felt that she'd shut herself off emotionally. She no longer sensed other people's feelings or tried to understand their thoughts. "No need. Azure Club is just nearby. I used to go there often with them," Angela said casually as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Dexter asked, as if unintentionally, "So, did you think any of them was the most handsome?" She absentmindedly replied, "Number 18, the one who's six feet tall with perfectly defined abs, and his hands were just..."

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

She was looking at me with her huge green eyes, brimming with curiosity and intrigue. Suddenly she smiled, showing me all her teeth and I felt my chest throb and my fly tighten. But it didn't last long. As soon as she opened her mouth all the charm ended. "Oh,” sighed the angel. “I thought you were dead, but your chest was moving. That's why I covered your mouth and nose, to see if you would react with that, but you started to move like crazy and I had to let you go, but at least you woke up. By the way, you have a bump behind your right ear about the size of a duck's egg. Does it hurt? It burns? Does it itch? How many fingers do you see? Do you want to throw up? You're dizzy?”

But death was too easy for a man like Theo Harper. "I-I-I'm s-sorry..." Diego whimpered, bottom lip trembling and snot trickling down from his nose. His blotchy, puffy eyes blurred with another round of tears. I growled, "Pathetic," I moved to the tray of tools, dropping the switchblade for a hammer, "own up to what the fuck you did like a man," I reared my hand back and brought the hammer down, full swing, on his knee cap.