Snow Angels Funny Novels & Stories

Angel and two other girls were blocking the doorway. “Well. Well. Well. If it isn’t little Ms. Pretty Woman.” She said referencing the Julia Roberts movie. “That’s who she looks like. Right girls? A whore turned classy in that dress.” They all laughed. “What do you want Angel?” Panic began building inside me. They stood like a blockade of soldiers and I wasn’t going anywhere. Angel twisted open a red soda and took a sip before saying, “Do you know what I hate more than anything?” I didn’t bother answering.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Azura asked as she lowered the shades she was wearing, holding a candy stick as a cigarette in her mouth. "And who do we have here?" Raven asked leaning over the counter. "We are the Devil’s Angels, now who summoned us?" Azura asked, tossing her hair, as Skyla put on her best frown as she crossed her arms. Kataleya, who looked like anything but a devil’s angel, blinked as she stared at the other two. "Well, I heard certain angels wanted milk?" I asked. "Oh yes." Azura flicked her hair as she took a puff on her fake cigarette, making the rest of us shake our head, just this morning they were pop singers.

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

:⁠-⁠$ Xavier what are you about to do with your Angel? ser feliz 🌹

It wasn't really clear how she had managed to get out of it but I do know that Isiah had something to do with it so I guess that was the silver lining about that situation. "Harry?!" Ang said, her face wrinkling in disgust at the thought. "No thanks but I would rather be bludgeoned repeatedly with a meat tenderizer than even do such as exchange a syllable with that douchebag." Ang says with a shrug before she reaches for another shot which she throws down her throat. She closes her eyes as waits for the burn to dissipate for a minute before continuing

THE MOMENT THAT KITTY leaves the suite, the three angels swoop down on me. I shrink back from the cloying semi-circle of bleached blonde hair, fake tan and too-sweet perfume. They look a few years older than me, possibly seniors at another school. I was so worried about running into the Three Bs, and instead I've ended up with another (possibly worse) trio of angels. Unfortunately it's not as coincidental as one might think. Alastaire's fans always seem to travel in packs. All Enfablers are like a big family, a sisterhood that spans the globe – but the angels take it to the extreme.

“I have a few companies under my name in the entertainment industry. I’m not particularly interested in it, but I still know the basics. Little Angus is a famous comedian.” Liesa froze. She hadn’t expected the line between his world and the real world to overlap so much. She should’ve known better. Even the comedian types were well-known to him. She’d been careless.

I wanted to say something, but the moment had passed, and the photo was taken. I forced another smile, pretending to be fine when I was not. As soon as they left, I called my assistant over. "Did you notice anything about them?" I asked him. "No, nothing at all. This is common. You should get used to fans like this," he said casually. "Daddy, look what I have!" Angel wrote on her tablet. One of the storekeepers held the items she had selected. "They're beautiful. I'm sure you'll like them," I said.

I squeezed her arm softly, letting my gaze linger on her just to let her know she wasn't alone. “Creepy shit,” she whispered teasingly, and we laughed. It helped to lighten the mood and bad energy. Walking down the hallway, we saw Angela in her cheerleader uniform, already getting ready with her girls and coaching them on lip gloss and flawless skin. “That’s how we attract the crowd,” she smacked her lips. “Can she get any more stupid?” Sara muttered lazily with drooping eyelids. I chuckled and shook my head. “She’ll always be this stupid.”