Stray Angel Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gasped, finding it impossible to breathe. Just when I thought I would die on that desolate street, a car screeched to a halt beside me. A man jumped out and ran over. He scooped me up in his arms. His familiar voice was filled with urgency. "Mel, breathe! Don't be scared. Just breathe!" I raised my head, and Evan Rochester's face came into view. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I finally broke down and sobbed uncontrollably.

Are there strangers that you don’t even know? Are you scared that you might just get lost? ……….. Then an angel came to me, And told me never to be sad. Just be strong and healthy fit for her. Even though she didn’t last with me for a lifetime. Be sure to know she’s happier and feeling better. Cos she’s smiling in heaven, she’s smiling in heaven Smile-smile-smiling in heaven, she’s smiling in heaven Free from the pains of this life.

Blood welled up quickly, bright against the pale skin of my hand. The girl who had slammed into me stepped forward. Angel. Mid-tier judging by the crest stitched into her sleeve. Her pale wings shifted slightly behind her as she crouched down in front of me. Up close I could see the smug curve of her mouth. “Well look at that,” she said lightly. Her voice was just loud enough for the crowd around us to hear. “The little Raven stray can bleed after all.” More laughter rippled through the courtyard. She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice just enough that only I could hear the next words.

I don't feel any worse from it nor do I feel any better. Time passes quickly before he seems to thump onto his feet, followed by the sound of frantic footsteps. "Angel!" Salem's familiar voice calls out in relief. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing with my kitten, and WHY THE HELL IS SHE NAKED?!" Crimson's voice screeches. "What happened?" Beau's calm yet stern voice questions. "My brother." Is all I manage to choke out before everything goes black.

previously, it would take me at least three days for the sting to stop but now it doesn't hurt and it's only been a few hours. I twist the key and open the door, Angel stands on the other end, her "just fucked" hair still unfixed, she's dressed in a skimpy white strapless dress, it falls above her knees, with a slit running up to her thigh. “What do you want?” She grins, batting her eyelashes at me in an obscure manner. “Hmm, no invite?” What? Her hand nudges the door wider, as she makes her way inside my room. Her eyes survey the room, she tsks. “Little baby had a tantrum in here.”

"I'm not here to harm you. I was just here to make sure you were not dead yet." "Oh I see! You are amazed with my feathers! How rude of me to have blessed your eyes!" And so in one snap of his fingers it disappeared, leaving some feathers to slowly fall down. "Why are you here?" she asked. The angel scratched the side of his head, in his usual way of thinking and told her that he already told her why-- to check if she was alive. Wouldn't he know? He created this land. "What do you really want from us?" "Simple," he answered. "Forget your name. Forget everything you know, be lost, cry and blame everything you don't remember. Just be with Pe-ter."

But I shook my head, a slight smirk playing on my lips as I took in the sight of the innocent angel who dared to venture into my forbidden domain. I took a step closer, now just inches away from her. “This room is off-limits to workers and non-members, especially angels like you.” As Summer tried to back away, I moved closer, trapping her between myself and the stairwell. Her chest rose and fell. I could smell her berry scent. The tension between us crackled in the air, charged with a dangerous energy.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."

The old pool hall was a dive, full of lowlifes, thieves, and small time gangsters. The one place Remy had tried to escape, but her anger had brought her back, back to a place she didn’t ever want to be. Marisol, the rich bitch who thought she could walk into Dirty Angels and tell her what to do, take what was hers. She didn’t trust her around Ethan, not one bit, and if she crossed Remy again, Remy would show her who she really was.