Stray Angel 소설 & 이야기

ANGEL'S POV Angel put into her mouth the drug that was given to her by the man she had met for less than a second; in other words, the young man was still a stranger to her. But she couldn't resist his teasing and drugs. Angel didn't think anymore because, in these situations, now that she's drowning in sadness, the only thing on his mind is, How can she escape from this sadness? But no one can ever escape sadness because, with every step we take, we cannot avoid carrying this sadness.Angel swallowed it because she didn't understand when she looked into Daem's eyes.

I spat. _____________ Third POV: Leyla, Angel’s wife, was considered a rogue since she renounced and fled the Blood Moon Pack. Rogues have a distinctive smell when they no longer belong in a pack. Their scent is described as an old dumpster or rotten eggs. _____________ “It’s funny how you’d think I would stay. I left for MY baby, Angel. You’ll never see her.” She smirked. “At least I know I left her in good hands in a peaceful environment, receiving the love she needs, you know…the type of love you know nothing about. You never deserved me, so what makes you think you deserve her? I don’t understand why the moon goddess fated me to you…you worthless piece of cra—”

The members and the club girls try to speak to her, but she ignores them all as she heads to our room. She is stripping down, and she stops looking at her belly. Her lip quivers, but she shakes her head to stop the thought. She quickly gets dressed in all black. She walks past me and into Rebel’s room and she picks up the plushy she sleeps with every night. “Boomer.” She whispers as Boomer lifts his head from his bed in the room. Angel moves to him and drops to her knees as the massive dog whines and whimpers. He knows. He knows his little human sister and the baby are gone.

Something moved behind his eyes—a darkness that made my veins melt in an orgasm of their own. He dragged me inside the house and kicked the door shut. Then he shoved me on the couch. I bounced. My dress around my waist. My hair flying everywhere. But I didn’t try to fix it. He stood over me. Bloody shirt. Torn knuckles. Black hair across his forehead. And his eyes—his eyes were not his anymore. Something had come loose within them. Something that made my breath catch. “What the fuck were you DOING, Angel?” His calm completely gone. “You pulled your dress open in a public restaurant. You gave a stranger a cherry. You let him follow you into a bathroom with his COCK OUT—”

“Will there be a second date, though?” Emma shrugged. “We’ll see.” She looked at him. “So what do you have for me case-wise?” Camille rushed to the shelter, carrying Emily. There was a long line of people waiting outside. She swallowed, fearing she may not get a room. It wasn’t long until she was proven right as the doors were closed. She sighed and walked away with her daughter. Typically, they would find a semi-private place to sleep in, but she never felt safe those nights. She thought about it for a moment and realized she didn’t feel safe most nights. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the address she’d been given. All her upbringing had taught her not to trust strangers, but sh

I think of Wren, the way she met my stare, the way her defiance burned even when every wolf in the room wanted her gone. Tessa stops at the split in the hall. “She’ll make it through the night,” she says, “if you don’t go soft.” “Wasn’t planning on it.” She almost smiles. “Good.” I head for my office, but I pause at the door, hand on the wood, and listen to the silence for just a second longer. The echo of the prophecy is still there, in the walls, in the blood, in the air. If the Stray Moon dies outside these walls, Nightwind will fall from within.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

Shivay chuckled feeling, he was feeling ticklish on his face, he didn't mind the licking though He took the note as soon those words registered his mind he looked at the surrounding, it did ring a bell, how on the earth he failed to notice this It's the same road where he met his Angel for the first time, where he lost his mind and soul, where he stood like a buffoon staring at his Angel who seemed just dropped from heaven, where the unknown poet in him showed up, those honey-brown innocent filled eyes, a teenage girl who captured him just like how Venus flytrap attract insect and trap them, it was the same place just walk away from her apartment to Jennie's cafe where his Angel worked, wher

"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