Stocking Angels Novels & Stories

What a bitch, calling my baby a thing. “You know what, Mandy. You can go home. Thanks anyway.” I slammed the door in her face and ignored her ringing the doorbell over and over. I picked up Angel and gave her pets. No one could compete with Angel. I rescued her one day when I saw her get dumped in a dumpster. The poor thing was scrawny and hungry. I took her home and immediately became attached. I named her Angel because she was perfect. My little white piece of heaven. After Mandy gave up and left, I went to the kitchen and poured myself some blood wine, sipping the liquid. It wasn’t fresh from the vein, but it would do, for now.

Some were busy searching and contacting other companies that were applying for job offers at different enterprises because they knew if the company's stocks fell to zero and it declared bankruptcy, they would become jobless. Others who were religiously born again were internally praying for the Lord to shower his mercy and help stop the effect, not knowing the company was suffering from the karma of its builder. Mike Huxley hurried inside, dressed in all white. From the jeans to the jacket and the undershirt, including his sneakers, everything was white. A glimmering gold chain with a cross pendant was placed around his neck, and porcelain jadeite earrings were on his ears. He looked unlike

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

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.

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.