Scary Angel Movie の小説・ストーリー

Scott called but he ignored him. Angel took another step totally ignoring Carl's warning. Did he think he was invincible? Carl adjusted his stance still pointing the gun at Angel. "Angel stop! Please!" I yelled. I didn't trust Carl not to follow his threat and I didn't want to lose Angel. The thought alone scared me to death. "Then come to me." He said but I shook my head as tears trickled down my eyes. "Don't move. I'm warning you!" Carl was holding out his patience but Angel was daring taking another step.

now she spoke to Sean who had been standing still. Sean seemed to be awakened by the screams of his little daughter who called him. He swore he was so confused. Fear had taken over Sean because he was afraid something bad would happen to his girlfriend. "Angel? Dear?" Sean called by shaking Angel's thin shoulders. Angel was getting more and more difficult to breathe, then her teary eyes looked at Sean. "Sean... My time has come." Angel whispered. "What are you talking about?" Sean asked did not accept. Even though he knew what Angel meant, he still refused to accept Angel's words.

A man came down from the first car and walked over to them. “Angel this is my wife, Larissa Diaz, now Larissa Sebastian. She’ll be traveling with us so call the pilot and make provisions for her.” Angel nodded and sprung away to action. “Angel,” Larissa said as she smiled for the camera. “I’ve never met a man who was called Angel.” Miguel placed his hands around her waist. “Don’t be deceived. He is an Angel of the devil. If not the devil himself.” Larissa got scared for a minute but she remembered whose arms she was in.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

It does not hurt, nor does she feel her magic draining. "Boo!" And she fall back when the Angel of Death just showed up out of nowhere. She blinked couple of times, breathing heavily when she finally saw his ice blue eyes. It was cold and terrifying. "Did your parents not tell you that staring at someone is rude?" "Where am I? What have you done to my friends?" Her voice shaky as she stands up, bravely facing him. "Did you kill them? Why have you taken me?"

Ace’s POV “Angel!” I whispered, my heart pounding. She burst into a loud cackle. “Oh My God! Your expression is killing me.” She clapped as she laughed at my face. “Hi babe!” I sighed heavily, my palm on my chest as though I was massaging my heart. “You scared me.” She arched her eyebrows. “Really? The George Brooks can get scared?” She scoffed, helping me up. “Are you sure you are okay? I can take you to the nearest hospital.”

She noticed that. "Is this where the death process is?" Asked Ardina anxiously, irritated and mixed with fear in her heart. "Have all the soul's been ripped out of their bodies?" Asked the Angel with wings bigger than the other Angels. His voice was booming. Very scary. Ardina keeps holding her mouth so she doesn't say a word. And it seems that angels are more powerful than other angels. "So they are really the angels? Angel of death and his assistant angels .. ??" she mutter trembled. Guess what she was witnessing.

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

Stay away! I started taking little zigzag turns to try and stay calm, but why would I bother? — What are you talking about, Backer?— I stared at him. — You know what? You're more than a jerk! How did you have the courage? I was drunk, wasn't I? — I couldn't control my timbre that time, scaring him. — My God! Oh my god! I gripped my dress tighter. — Angel! — he called, but I didn't pay him any attention. — Angel! What are you talking about?