Secret Of The Angel Novels & Stories

Her fingers trembled as she accepted the sealed documents from Em, her name scribbled in bold letters across the front. Em's hesitant expression sparked curiosity, but Luna's focus remained on the papers. "What's this?" she asked, eyeing the package in her hands. The secretary's eyes darted around the living room for a brief moment before settling on Luna. "I had to deliver it by Mr. George's instructions. It seemed urgent and very important," she shuddered, remembering the way he gazed at her unnervingly.

He’d made me memorize the location. I closed my mouth tightly and shook my head. “I don’t know.” “Try harder.” “I don’t know!” The words came out as desperate. “He doesn’t tell me those things! He keeps it secret, even from me!” The Angel studied my face. He was looking for a lie. I stared back, hoping he didn't see the truth. I chanted, ‘I really didn’t know’ in my mind so many times hoping it would translate on my face and he would believe it.

I swiped it open. My blood turned to pure ice. Attached to the text were three high-resolution photographs. The first was a shot of my car parked outside the back entrance of Crimson Arch. The second was a blurry but unmistakable photo of me standing in the VIP lounge of the club, surrounded by information brokers. Beneath the images, a single line of text appeared: I know what you do at Crimson Arch, Alpha Aiden. Play your cards very carefully, or the entire council gets these pictures by midnight.

"That letter said, 'My sweet baby girl. I never wanted to give you away, it was not my choice. There are things you need to know about yourself. Please think about meeting with me. I know that you must be angry and you have every right to be. The amulet is a family heirloom and I want you to have it. It will keep you safe, please wear it. I want you to know that I love you so much. I loved your mom with every ounce I had. I didn't want to leave her. In that I also had no choice. I was forbidden to with your mother and I didn't listen to my warnings. I will be at the motel on main street until your birthday. I hope to see you, and please don't tell anyone I am here.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

I can still feel it, Charles still standing there staring at me. Because it was convenient to hunt Rouges, the Angel organization was located not far from the border. As far as I know, ordinary people don't know about the existence of the Angel organization because the government doesn't want people to panic. Only the upper classes of the government know about the presence of the Angel organization, and they are also the ones behind and running the organization in secret. The hunting of Rouge's corn is also a secret because if the people knew that there were werewolves mixed in the human territory, they would be confused and worried, maybe even rioting.

He promised me, he had promised to leave all his illegal work behind. No my Ansh, my Ansh can’t do this to me. I trust him, I trust him with my life. ‘That is why you are still hiding,’ her inner self mocked as her throat ran dry. ‘I know my Ansh will prove me wrong,’ I said to myself as beads of sweat rolled down my spine. The cold chill of terror is not helping at all. I curled myself to the side on the floor of the car so that his graze does not land on me; he drove for a full 30 minutes before he stopped. And walked out of the car.

But the most striking feature about the Angel King wasn’t his brilliant white feathers or his gilded mane or even the magic that thickened the air and pushed against my lungs. It was his eyes. At one glance, they were as bright as a midsummer sky, but he had a way of looking at me as though he’d just stripped me of my deepest secrets. Every ounce of blood drained from my face to my pounding heart, and I backed toward the bed. He couldn’t read my mind… could he? Azriel must have told him about the blackmail, about all the souls we stole from Hell, about how I was a dead woman currently harboring a wolf who belonged in Heaven.

He was merely reluctant to spend money on me. At this time, James walked over. "Miss, everything is packed." As the last suitcase was lifted onto the van, the house I had lived in for five years no longer contained anything belonging to me. My phone rang once again, but this time I didn't answer. A message very quickly popped up. [Lola, did you book that seven-star hotel in Meridianna? Why can't the front desk find our check-in information?] I ignored it. An hour later, my phone began to ring frantically.

This means that he is from Bolenton City, because now that person appears in Bolenton City, the rich man at that time must be Bache from Harry's mouth. However, this person who can cooperate with Bache in the "Hero Save the Beauty" drama is definitely someone Bache trusts. But he appeared in the temple at this moment. Angela was arrested and must be kept in a very secret place. South Hill Temple was very secret. The clearer and clearer things were, the more horrified she became. If Angela was really hidden in the temple as she had guessed, then this person is naked and wants to behave against Angela? Stacy felt that she was about to suffocate, she patted her chest hard, but her breathing was