Stray Angel Novels & Stories

When she mentioned her name to the receptionist, they instructed Mariko to go directly to his office. As Mariko knocked on the door first before he went inside the CEO's room, she noticed the man standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the view of a skyscraper. He has this salt and pepper-colored hair. His hands were inside his pockets. Ethan notices her presence and turned around to face her. He frowned upon seeing a woman standing at the front door, wearing a black shirt and army pants, with her hair tied in a loose braid. "Mr. Reed, I am agent Angel, from the Moon Castle Agency. I am the person in-charge to protect your son, Marcus Reed." Ethan smiled. He walked toward his swivel

Lighting my body on fire Wishing For more Wanting for more "Did you miss me, my angel?" He says in his hoarse voice. I can’t lie to him this time. He already finds a way to control my body. My whole body was born with his Dangerous Passion. Phone ringing Angel reaches her hand to the dresser where her phone is. She takes the phone and answers it when she covers herself all over with a blanket. "Hello," she says when she is still sleepy "Angel, where are you? Everyone is waiting for you." Her friend said to her

Angel opened and closed her mouth. Calvin couldn’t help himself from holding her hand to his lips so he could kiss her knuckles. God, she was real. She was right in front of him. It had been too long, and the only reason he didn’t kiss or hug her was because Charles could come out of nowhere. His best friend didn’t know he was here. He arrived as soon as Morris called him. When he spotted the black car that carted his angel away the last time, he had slipped into the bar without a word. “Hey, Stranger,” Angel replied. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled her hand out of his grasp. He wanted to continue holding her, but she wrapped both hands around her glass. “What brings you here? Kyle?”

"Look, it's the waste Morana threw away." "Pathetic. A fall from grace." "Serves him right for betraying his house." The rumors followed him everywhere. Corvus lived in a rundown apartment on the edge of the city, surviving on odd jobs. He tried to contact me, but every line of communication was cut. In desperation, he went to Chloe. "Please, help me contact Morana," Corvus begged, kneeling outside Chloe's magic shop. "I just want to see her one more time." Chloe looked coldly at the man who was once so proud.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

There was a moment of joy, but even Jane knew there was work to do. "I guess we need to go see . . ." Jane couldn't bring herself to say it . . . to talk about those members of the Strays that had died the previous night. The Strays were a group of lycanthropes and humans with magical abilities (called Talents) who lived together in secret, stealing to survive but keeping the forces of darkness at bay . . . most of the time. The previous night, a group of demons called Hellspawn had come down into the Stray's underground lair (called the Den) and had attacked the Strays. A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small

She can hear screams from below and the honks of the cars. What’s happening? “We need to move.” Amilia heard the angel behind her. The Stray also did a move. It rushed forward again for another attack and this time the angels didn’t dodge. He countered the attack with his unsheathed sword. They were fighting in front of Amilia. “Amilia, you need to destroy the mirror! The one inside your room. That is their connection in this place. Close it by smashing it!”

♡ Angela♡ I was running. Panting heavily. Sweating profusely. I heard a few sounds behind me but at that moment, I did not care. The laces of my sneakers were untied. And my hair flying in numerous directions. I wasn't even looking ahead. That's why I crashed. Hard. And we both fell down. "Ouch!" The stranger and I exclaimed at the same time.

Asked Jackson furiously standing up giving me the opportunity to move away from him. I straightened out my clothes and quickly ran and hid behind the stranger. "I'm Theodore Black," he replied. That name sounds familiar but I don't remember where I heard it. "Oh s-sorry s-sir," he stuttered out and rushed out of the room as if his pants were on fire. "You can let go now," he said and I quickly let go of his arm which I didn't know I was holding and blushed in embarrassment. "Thank you," I said. I don't know what would have happened if he didn't come here on time.

Mrs Garcia warned and allowed her to leave. Camila drove out of the compound and took her car to the washing bar. She paid them to wash her car and left in an Uber to a club in town. She stood at the entrance a bit nervous since the club is a place she had never visited all her life. It seems it is the only place she could get a random guy to sleep with urgently. "Hey pretty," came the voice of a tall man holding a bottle of whisky and a cigarette "Hi..." Camila replied swallowing hard