The Angel Next Door Characters Novels & Stories

can you believe that? He thinks walker is going to be way hotter than him.. How absurd Is that. I know he likes to show off.. like, be the center of attention. That's my baby. but whatever, We just have two more chapters to go and we're done. The boy nextdoor was definitely a journey and I pray you find yours. He doesn't necessarily have to live nextdoor. I heard the girl in the next book, Steyn, is strong at heart. I heard she's beautiful too. Honestly, I feel so sad for her because unlike Ray, Walker is going to punish her!!

Embry agrees while putting his hand on the small of my back as he walks past me towards the kitchen that is separated by a large wood bar with stools. I nodded my head and start towards the living room where my father, Nikki, and Ryder are talking to Angel, Karen, and Thane. “Perfect timing, Alpha Raven this is Angel Haner, his mate Karen, and their son Thane,” my father introduces while stepping aside so I am now facing Angel who watches me with a neutral expression. Angel is a fairly tall man around six feet with broad shoulders with a lot of lean muscle, a slight tan with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes.

****** **UNKNOWN LOCATION** In a dimly lit room, Chris sat staring out into the quiet. The air was heavy with tension, and the shadows seemed to stretch long across the floor. He wasn’t alone for long, though. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, and soon, The Angel walked in, his presence filling the room with a quiet authority.

Chey felt many emotions. Shock, irritation, jealousy, and confusion. Matt pushed Angel away and walked over to Chey. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side and smiled at her. “Chey, I'd like you to meet Angel. Angel is a neighbor and her family and mine have been friends for generations. Me and Angel have been friends since birth. Angel this is Chey. Chey is the love of my life and my girlfriend.” Matt introduced. “Nice to meet you. Sorry Mattie didn’t even tell me about you at all.” Angel responded.

Steve nods at me as if to say hi but just keeps walking, still talking with my friends, passing me, like I don’t matter at all. … I’m sitting on my porch swing when I hear a car pull in the driveway next door. I keep my back to the house, hoping if I do, they’ll just disappear. “Hola, Emily!” Brenda calls from next door. It’s not her fault her son is a jerk, so I figure I don’t have an excuse not to reply to her.

"Hannah you're home early! I thought you wern't supposed to be home for another six months?!" Hannah fumed. "What. The. Fuck. Liv." The other woman stood up angry and naked. "Who are YOU?" "I'm her girlfriend. This is our apartment. Who are you?" Hannah nearly yelled. "I'm Casey, Oliva's girlfriend or at least I thought I was." The woman glared at Oliva. "Liv, seriously?" Hannah snapped. Oliva stood there red in the face like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar before dinner.

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

Looking from one grinning brother to another indifferent one, Elena held on tightly to the cushion’s handle. Angel Axton. Salvatore Axton. It was crazy how little she knew about this family no matter how open they appeared to be. “You haven’t opened it yet?.” Angel asked with a raised brow. He sighed and moved his chair across the room, inching just close enough to Elena to reach for the black card.

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

Reagan says. “You guys take her to get what she needs, Mom and I will make dinner!” Reagan tells Quinn and Malin. “We’ll see you soon.” Angel says and before she goes, she pulls me into a hug. “Thank you for this.” “It’s the least I can do.” “No, it’s much more than that. And I want you to know that I appreciate it.” Angel says to me. When we walk into the hallway, we run into Xander. “Hey, where’s everyone going?” He asks.