Pick Up Lines About Angels Novels & Stories

But I shook my head, a slight smirk playing on my lips as I took in the sight of the innocent angel who dared to venture into my forbidden domain. I took a step closer, now just inches away from her. “This room is off-limits to workers and non-members, especially angels like you.” As Summer tried to back away, I moved closer, trapping her between myself and the stairwell. Her chest rose and fell. I could smell her berry scent. The tension between us crackled in the air, charged with a dangerous energy.

I frowned at her words, " I'm not really an angel, I'm only sticking to the promise i made to your husband before he died." Angels don't have scars as i do. And angels don't seek others destruction - that stands against everything I've been holding on to.

look. Shaking my head, a sigh left my lips when Ace entered his side of the car. "Seat belts!" He hissed. Nodding my head, I quickly clicked my seat belts on. As we drove out of my house, I kept on thinking, 'what should I do now? He didn't even say I look pr-' "You look beautiful Angel." He whispered. I quickly snapped my head toward him, shocked. Did he just read my mind or what? "Uhm thank you, sir," I whispered looking away.

“Don't cry“ Klein pleads, weakly. “Don't cry, Mom“ “I'm sorry“ I apologized, dabbing my tears. “I won't cry again“ “Have you heard of angels, Alvara?“ “Angels?“ “The sister back at the home always read them to us. I thought angels only exists in books but not anymore“ A slow smile spreads across his face. “Because you're my angel. Thank you for taking me in“ I blinked back my tears, “Thank you for coming into my life, Klein“ “After I'm gone, don't cry. Please“ His voice choked up. “I'll be watching you. This time, I'll be your angel so you have to promise me not to cry anymore“

he adds over his shoulder. I look up. “When you choose,” the angel says quietly, “you’ll choose me last.” He glances back, gold eyes steady. “That’s how eternity works.”

She pointed to Mom, Dad, Love, and me. Poppy glanced at us briefly, but Hope quickly pulled her attention back. “On that note, I’ve got a pick-up line for you, Poppy.” Hope grinned before continuing, “Are you an angel? Because with you, I’ve found HOPE for a brighter tomorrow, FAITH that true love exists, and a LOVE that makes every day worth living.” “Hey! What about SUMMER?” Summer protested, looking annoyed. “Alright, take two. Pops, are you an angel? Because with you, I feel HOPE in every sunrise, FAITH in every warm breeze, and LOVE as endless as the SUMMER days.”

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

This car was my favourite one. "Hey, Angel, how was your day?" he asked, smiling. He looks really handsome when genuinly smiling. Wait, what am I even thinking? "It's been great," I answered, averting my gaze from his hypnotizing eyes. "Oh and I'm meeting Wailyn and Trish at 7 tonight, so, I was just thinking...can y--" "Can I drop you? Of course, I will Angel," he said, looking at me intensely.

and puffing up my cheeks in anger. Why am I here and what does he want from me anyway? "Aww she's so cute and short too," the guy beside him said walking close to me and gently pulled my cheeks. I angrily slapped his hand away from my face. I am not a child to be played with like that. "Bro can we keep her?" He asked turning to Theodore with bright puppy dog eyes. 'Who thought the devil would have a brother,' I thought, 'and a childish one at that.' I am not an object for him to be speaking about me like that.

“About yesterday, I--” Angel waved his hand. “How do you like the presents?” I watched as he picked up one of the boxes and opened it. “What’s this about, Angel?” His smile widened. “Say my name again.” “What?” He took a step closer. “Say my name again. I like the way you say it.” I snorted. “Are you out of your mind?” “Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged. I gasped. Was he high? “You know, you are the first woman to ever put hands on me…”