Stray Angel Novels & Stories

Aaron's POV When I got home later that night, I loosened my tie as I walked into the house. I dropped onto the couch, exhausted after a long day, but Angela was still stuck in my head. I walked farther into the house looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I immediately pulled out my phone. The call connected after the second ring. “Where is she?” “At a private members club in West Hollywood.” “Who’s she with?” “Alone.”

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

“Are you done now, KJ?” “I’m fucking done with you.” He could only laugh. KJ didn’t mean that. “Angel is—” “Now you’re giving her pet names,” KJ cut in. “Angel is the same person. Her name is Hana,” Calvin explained. He wasn’t stupid to bring a stranger into his home. Like KJ said, if he wanted to help, he would donate, which they did very often to various charities. His home was sacred. Hana was special to him. It was only right he brought her here. “I’m still trying to find out what happened. Did you see her face? God, her body.”

Chloe looked coldly at the man who was once so proud. "She doesn't want to see you." "I know I was wrong! I'll do anything to atone!" Corvus wept. "Please!" Chloe was silent for a long time. Finally, she called me. "Mora, Corvus wants to see you." My voice came through the phone, as cold as frost. "Tell him if he truly wants my forgiveness, he can go to the Wailing Salt Flats." "The Wailing Salt Flats?" Chloe asked, shocked.

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

It was like a scene straight out of a doomsday movie. “I’ll meet you there!” And with that, the angel flew towards the middle of the city where the tornado was. Amilia and the Fallen looked at each other and picked up their pace. Amilia disregarded everything around her. Her only focus was on Harold and the Weaver. They arrived at the place where Harold was. He was standing in the middle of the road while the Strays and Shades around him feasted on the people that were around. They consumed them here and there. The Strays would have their fill and the Shades would fight over whose body they were going to take over. Harold was satisfied with what he was seeing.

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