Overlord Angel Dust Novels & Stories

The way Saiva said that in a low tone got them thinking it must be serious! "Your next goal is to gather the seven orbs. It will not be as easy as rescuing wolves. Even trying to steal one of the orb might kill all of you. And you know death is a restart button or it might be game over. The Angel of Death is mischievous, and if we put this like a game, he is the worst enemy-- the game maker." "If he is the game maker then how will we achieve this? He is too powerful for us and worse he would just crush this world!"

Angel Where are you" came his desperate voice Suddenly as if thunder Strom, there was light around him, he looked up a unique way of decoration, never in his life, he had imagined the use of the umbrella in decorations, his eyes travelled to the end of it and his breath hitched seeing the view The red light, what amused him it was in the shape of a heart and there stood his angel exactly at the same spot where he first saw hee, his eyes were stuck on the beauty inside that heart, it felt like that's his heart and his lady residing in there His legs rooted to the spot as if paralyzed He didn't even realize the absence of Bozo in his arms She looked divine in that dress, just like a fairy who

Her family business survived because of fools like that, people who loved to dull their senses with drugs and alcohol. Her anger was burning as she saw Diego walk in with two blondes. She checked her wristwatch and scoffed. 'The idiot was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago' she thought. Diego went to the bar to order drinks and she saw him trade envelopes with the bartender. She started walking towards him and was about to reach him when a man stopped her. "Hey there, sexy." The man said. She could barely hear him over the loud music. She wondered why people found it fun to listen to ear blasting music.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

he replied while opening the door for me. "Let's go," I said, taking my steps towards the car, and immediately left for the inauguration of my hospital's special ward. It was all part of my plan to gain sympathy from the general public, but I had a different, more sinister plan. I would do anything to maintain my innocent angelic image in society. Some people think of me as an angel, and others see me as a god. But I am the devil. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but let out a cruel smile.

He had a dream, to be a topper so that he would be accepted in the best companies in the Country. And it was almost about to end a year ago only if he had not met Lucas. Lucas David. He was the King of Underworld, the undisputed Ruler of Mafia kingdom. Every single child knew him. Every boy feared of him. He was a nightmare for all. He was often seen on the roads of the city, moving in his Mercedes. He was ruthless, heartless, and cold. He had nothing to be used as his weakness. He had none. But he was honest. He was not a liar. He wasn’t a cheater. He was a fair man. It was kind of interesting incident for him to meet Liam around a year back.

Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat. Lila possessed the vision, the money, the Rolodex full of powerful names. He had the street smarts to keep the predators at bay and the charisma to lure in the high rollers. They built an empire together. Planned a family. Talked about kids with her dark locks and his temper. Then the drugs made their way in. Lila introduced him to the edge first. She was always wilder, older, hungrier, unafraid. One night, she brought home a stripper from the club, all long limbs and knowing eyes.

NOELLE I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring. "Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—" Rage ignites under my skin instantly. I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.