Stitch X Angel Novels & Stories

“His jacket button got caught in the sequin ornaments on my dress. Can you help us?” Angel shifted uncomfortably. Everyone started staring at her and whispering at the edge of the hall. “Angel?” “Dylan, can you help me untie the sleeve of Xander's jacket that's caught in my sequins? We can't move.” Dylan held Angel's shoulders, while Phoebe reached out her hand to untangle the threads on Angel's dress that were wrapped around Xander's jacket buttons. “You guys must feel awkward. This is absolutely ridiculous,” Phoebe chuckled softly.

’ Angel, whose face was still a furious red like a tomato, felt the Don’s heavy gaze—but pretended not to notice. ‘They’re definitely related. Damn them! They all have the same weight in their stare.’ ‘And the craziest is this man!’ Angel looked at Tony’s smiling face. Something softened inside him. ‘He’s a handsome devil.’ Then Angel reached the edge of his dress shirt and was about to take it off. “Don’t!” Tony suddenly growled, “What the hell are you doing?” “I-I’m gonna tear it to make bandages,” Angel was confused, then he looked up at Tony, “Why?”

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Chapter Eight The stony look passed and Bastien reached across to lift the napkin and dab at her lips. Angel finally swallowed the juice and released her breath. “Well, you take your shower and I bought you a new outfit to wear.” Angel laughed. “Another one?” She shook her head. “You are too good to me, Bastien.” He’d stopped showering her and carrying her everywhere and she felt the keen disappointment again that he had stopped those sweet rituals. She figured it was because she’d healed up. But will the wounds on my insides ever heal?

"Selena Lethal? But...that's my name." Angel chuckled, his arm wrapped around my waist. "Yes, my love. I've created a clothing brand, a billion-dollar boutique named after you. Selena Lethal is a symbol of strength, elegance, and beauty, just like you." Tears welled up in my eyes as I took in the magnitude of the surprise. The realization that Angel had not only recognized my passion for fashion but also created a legacy in my name overwhelmed me with joy. "Oh, Angel," I whispered, my voice filled with awe and gratitude. "This is beyond anything I could have imagined. Thank you, thank you so much!"

At sa katawan niya na mukhang cheese stick? "Stop this sh*t, Angel!" Angel? Lihim akong natawa. Anghel ang pangalan, pero ang layo ng katayuan ng ugali niya sa pangalan niya. Mabuti at hindi siya nasunog. Pilit kasing pinipigilan ni Wyatt si Angel, para hindi makalapit sa akin. "Why are you stopping me?! Who is she to you? Is she the girl you changed when I was gone?" Sunod-sunod na tanong ni Angel kay Wyatt. Punong-puno ng hinanakit ang boses niya.

When they sighted her stance, they knew instantly that she was the one and began stomping towards her. She bent over and picked another stone, securing it behind her back. By now, a small group was gathering, sensing the brewing tension. The first guy that reached her, threw his arm, aiming at her face. She dodged his hand, then swung her own arm, with the stone in hand, straight to his nose. Another crunch sound was made. Gasps could be heard from the small crowd as blood gushed out from the cracked nose. Realizing what she’d done, she immediately took off, running for her dear life.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

“Don’t you dare scare me like that again, Sky. You’re not leaving me again.” I kissed her hair and checked the time. “It wasn’t the time of the Mighty Sky to stay in the sky, Angela, but we have to go back home in an hour.” She nodded, and I thought she would get up, but she didn’t. She looked at the ceiling. “Why do you have glow-in-the-dark stickers here?” “I envied the children’s room,” I chuckled. “It’s my dream to make love to you under the stars.” Her hand grazed toward my manhood, stroking it gently. “How about bringing the angel back to heaven, Sky? Do we still have time?”

"I'm ready" "ok, you see this girl on the screen, her parents just died in an accident but she was saved, she has a great future but without the help of an Angel, she will be led astray, you have to guard her for 18 years and if your past, I will send you to earth as a human angel to guard the human of your chosen" 18 years is a lot by then Vegas has grown, but I will come back to guard him as a human and I can be able to interact with him "ok" she smiles