Snow Angels Funny Novels & Stories

***Mike Pov*** I paused what I was watching at the company's cafeteria when I saw the message Angel had sent into our class W******p's group. In my head, what was she thinking before posting this because I had told her I was not gonna be around on that Sunday. My grandma wanted to take me to the small land she has gotten from the money we have piled up from my salary. I was also thinking another think because she was still tipsy when I boarded her a taxi to her house. Maybe she was high on something when she posted it. She called it Pun Party. Who even helped her with the name? To sincere, it was funny to me.

She laughed. Angel thought for a minute. She thought about Red the club whore. Then she smiled. "Girl, I know that smile. You are up to something." She grinned. "Let's get started!"

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.

She sneers. I purse my lips. “What makes you think I’m a fugitive?” I ask, though I already know the answer. “Oh please, everyone knows you did something. Why would the Council take your wings if you weren’t a fugitive, huh?” She smirks. “What makes you think that the Council took my wings? For all you know, some human could have taken them,” I shoot back before shoving her aside and pushing past her friend. Many of the light angels were full of themselves, and the dark angels always got into trouble. I wish they’d at least try to refute their stereotypes; being able to predict someone’s personality by their breed quickly grows annoying.

The story told by Laurens Vermeulen also shows that the storm that we felt while entering the apartment was caused by these angels and served them to dissolve into the air or was the result of it. As I looked at the drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' made by Laurens Vermeulen, I couldn't deny that they are beautiful, but I guess that's the quality of any angel. Their faces or the color of their hair, golden blond, didn't distinguish them from the usual image of angels that people have in their heads. However, what made the 'Scarlet Angels' different was primarily the scarlet color of the feathers on their wings, but also those dark blue eyes without pupils. Angels in paintings or engravings hav

every day was always filled with fun with brother Luci, after he’s free from the supreme, he will teach me how to play different types of instrument and also how to train my voice to be like his own. He was a very good and jovial angel, he liked me so much and I also liked him, we play like we’re of the same age where as he’s older than me with 9 millenniums and the same goes to other angels, the angel using the least age to senior me is 5 millenniums. So they always refer to me as the little one and refuse to play with me.

She then rolled her eyes and was annoyed, "Well, yeah, you dumb! The woman he brought home. You see, her skin is too white as snow, that's why I called her snowgirl, duh!" The two guys chuckled in a monotone which annoyed ber even more. "What's so funny?!" she asked. Pocco gulped to see Sheira's anger, he saw her as a monster when mad. "Oh, nothing!" Pocco answered and smiled a bit, same with Blake. "Whatever! So, what now? You're dating the snowgirl?" she glared at Blake. Blake let out a deep sigh and glared at Pocco, while Pocco pressed his lips, for not ceasing his mouth from talking things he shouldn't have to say

Out loud, I just nodded. “Well,” I said calmly, “good luck with that.” She gave me a tired smile. “Thanks for the support.” “Don’t get used to it.” I slipped out before she could ask anything else. Dirty Angels was already alive when I arrived. Music thumped through the walls, lights pulsed across the crowd, and the usual collection of beautiful people had gathered to drink, flirt, and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. The whole glamorous circus was out to play.

“You look fascinating.” “Thank you.” My answer was short, accompanied by a smile. Angelo nodded before turning to look at the girls. “Excuse me, ladies.” He released his charm and they almost forgot about my presence, giggling. “I'll join you in a bit.” They giggled once again as if Angelo had just told the most ridiculous joke before leaving us alone.

Junior, not to be left out, chimed in, “And I made a snow angel.” He lay down in the snow, waving his arms and legs like a tiny, fluttering bird. Yuki laughed, her eyes shining with happiness. “Well, it looks like we have some talented snow artists here." Angela helped Junior up, brushing off the snow, while Yuki snapped photos to capture the moment. “I am going to show Gojo and his dad these pictures”. “Will Gojo visit us during Christmas, Auntie Yuki?” Liya asked. “Of Course baby, he will love to”.