Scary Angel Movie Novels & Stories

It was no wonder people loved staying here, it was beautiful. an angelic voice greats me and I can tell its Angela by her scent wafting to me from the back on the entrance. Angela is a succubus and she is very good at her job. I know Dorian didn't tell Rebecca about what she was, and for all intents and purposes she never questioned why Angela was so perfect. Rebecca wasn't even intimidated by her which I found intriguing since Angela was drop dead gorgeous. Any man or woman that walked threw these doors were just enamored with her which made bookings a breeze.

She was being trapped by her immense fear seeing how he was so close to breaking her arm and wondered what he'll do if she told him what she said to Rose. “I....I... didn't do anything. I...I bumped into Rose and....we...w-we argued. Ah! Please don't hurt me Stephano. It's... it's me. Y-your angel.” Angelique croaked out in terror trying to turn her neck around. She had hoped to get through to him but one look at his face from the side of her eyes was enough for her to go numb with horror. He resembled a demon with his eyes all dark and red. His entire body looming over her like the devil and her arm under his mercy.

“The Almighty won’t be happy to hear about this.” Jasmine shuddered out of fear. Of course, it would be just her luck she pissed off God of all things. The Angel’s presence was very intimidating and now life-changing as she knew that God was real and dark Angels carried out souls to heaven. This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once.

She answered right back as if it was fixed on the tip of her tongue. "Who?" Laurent asked. He didn't sound curious to her, almost demanding. "What?" Laurent stood up, an inch distance between them, she backed up. Slowly he lifted his hands up and his shirt came off leaving his upper body fully bare on display for her to see. "Was it Michael? Let me inform you that I'm much better than him, physically as well as mentaly. Your ex boyfriend is bonkers and lanky." He bragged, he had no intention of comparing himself to the Angel he hated most and neither did he want to show himself as a better option but he did it anyway.

of her lips keep tearing and she bleeds angrily. The pain was unbearable, but she wouldn’t mind. She finally manages to part her mouth, but she’s a little too late --- the girl had already stopped struggling. The woman even after trying so hard, didn’t find the will and strength to scream for help anymore; she kept staring at her daughter’s lifeless body. The killer picks up the knife and gets behind her. He pulls the mother's head behind so that they face each other; her eyes upwards and his’ downwards. She stares into the killer’s eyes for a moment and then closes her eyes. The killer places the sharp edge of the knife at the corner of her cheek and starts cutting. He cuts from the left c

The killer turned his head towards Anna, and she saw his face clearly in the glare of a nearby streetlight. It was Mr. Carson, the well-known philanthropist and billionaire, who was revered by everyone in society for his charitable work and kindness. Anna was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or make a sound. She wanted to run, to scream for help, but her body wouldn't obey her. As Mr. Carson walked towards her, his eyes cold and calculating, Anna knew she was in grave danger. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his next move.

A bright white light pierced my eyes, and from somewhere above angelic singing poured out, causing tears of trepidation to come to my eyes. “Without special effects, nowhere,” the demon shook his head and pushed his palms away, slowly rising. - Can you deal with an angel? You look disgusting. - The abomination buzzed over the ear. Andras gave the freak a hard look. "Don't doubt it," he snapped, starting to run. And you can deal with an angel.

His piercing dark eyes staring like a cobra seeking its prey. " You might want to run now Angel "

Angel had made eye contact with the rogue behind my Father, and the f*cking rogue moved quickly launching on my Dad’s throat, ripping it out. My heart. My soul. Everything around me faded. Shock and terror were written all over my face as my Father’s lifeless body fell to the ground. I felt like my heart was ripped out, my breath hitched, and I let out a terrifying intense blood-curdling scream from my lips as my knees hit the ground. I didn’t see Ivan shift, shredding the rogue apart. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” I yelled from the top of my lungs. Zoe screamed and howled in agony. Angel was standing there smirking. “You were saying? What f*cking shoes!?” He cackled wickedly.

She’d just decided to leave when the elevator doors opened, and she watched two men chatting amiably as they walked to their cars. Before she realized she’d made the decision to move she was already heading towards them. She found herself saying “Mr. Denae.” She was absolutely terrified at this moment, but she wouldn’t show that to them. She’d learned a long time ago that showing fear was a weakness she couldn’t afford. Both men turned towards her, the one the furthest away asked “May we help you miss?” She walked slowly towards them stepping into the light so they could see her; she wanted to see what their reaction to her would be. The reaction she received was more than she’d expected. Bo