Stocking Angels Novels & Stories

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. "Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it. Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this. "Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears st

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

“Yes, he wanted their scent, but he also wanted to make sure your place was secure. As I said, no matter what happens between you and my son, my mate and I will always make ourselves available to you.” I walk around, looking over everything. It feels so empty here, so lonely now that I’ve spent a couple of weeks in the pack. Maybe I should just go find Meadow and Tate and we can make a new start somewhere else, away from all of this. “So, I’m guessing all this stuff up front is for the humans,” Angel says, looking at the items that I have for sale. I nod at her, smiling. “Where’s the good stuff?” she asks me, smiling conspiratorially.

A low growl erupted in his chest, “Let the poor thing eat before you cause her to pass out from pleasure,” Brandon said as he stretched his arms. “She slept like a rock once she got in bed.” They all chuckled a bit as we began fixing plates. After dinner, I saw a little bag from a store I had never heard of, so I asked, “What’s Angel’z Place?” The four of them smirked a bit while Brandon got up to grab the bag, “It’s a naughty adult store.” He told me, handing the bag to me. “We wanted to get you something, and we want you to use it tomorrow.” I opened the bag and felt heat rush to my cheeks.

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

Angel’s POV Back when Angel used to come here—years ago—with Federico and Bianca, his childhood friends, they’d once snuck behind the counter. Drunk and laughing. And they had found it. A slim metal door that led to the alley. Half opened. They had been young and stupid back then. And now, he needed that escape route. He pushed the bar’s door open. The soft ring of the bell above him sounded louder than it should have. Only two people were inside.

She was surrounded by the women. “I’m ready for the party,” I heard Katyia say from the doorway. She alwasy loved to make a grand entrance and be the center of atteniton. Pamela walked in, followed by Sasha. Katiya looked pale in comparison to my Angel. She was wearing a red dress; the other one was wearing white or something. When the women moved away and they saw Alessandra, I saw their faces go pale. “Okay, that’s enough; she’s mine. “Hands off,” I said, taking her away from them.

The man nodded his head vigorously and went to sit down, taking his suitcase with him. Adrian moved closer to her and he pulled her chair backwards. "Let us move to the sofa." She stood up and followed him to the other sofa. She sat down while Adrian walked towards the fridge at the back corner of the office. He pulled out a bottle of vodka and took two tumblers from the drawer next to the fridge. He walked over to her and placed the bottle and glasses on the table. "Amore, this is Scott. He owns a chain of jewelry stores in the city." He poured a glass for Scott and handed it to him.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

Selena did the same and so was the rest of their team. They were all emotional right there, leading to a decision that she should accept the offer. Getting to know him will increase their chances. Information is essential. Nisemono might have thought he outsmarted them but they can take advantage of it too. After all they are part of the Angel's entertainment. "Oi! Muchie!" The Angel of Death calls his friend, waving from a fair distance, flying to his friend. "Thank you for watering my flowers!" "Back so soon? Did you sent them already?"