Novel & Cerita The Angel Next Door Light Novel

“I bet Cassiel would want to know a thing or two from the mundane.” “No way… no bloody way are we bringing her to the Sanctum,” Xyrelle countered. “She’s a fucking mundane, Nyx.” “With what unfolded today, Relle, I don’t think she’s just a human,” Zane said softly. His quiet tone felt worse compared to Xyrelle’s snapping or Nyxen’s anger. “The past few days I’ve been watching you, I don’t see you having any encounters with demons or vamps or warlocks, little red. Or have you?”

You'll never know in this age! A deep voice answered back. "Yes? Maybe? but some called my features out of this world if that counts." The light suddenly opens, and I just close my eyes because like I mention earlier I can not really move my body so I can not cover my eyes with my arms. Let me tell you the light in this room is really bright. Even Edward Cullen will sparkle like a friggin God on how bright this light is. I open my eyes slowly and right in front of me is an angel. He looks blurry at first but as the time pass by I can see the person in front of me clearly. Those grey-blue eyes are staring right into my soul.

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.

"Damn!! Is this the end of season 1?" I brushed my face out of irritation with the pillow beside me as I complained about the novel I like. It was a popular novel called 'The Angel They Adored'. The plot is exciting but sadly, they'll start season 2 next year so to make it short, it's on hiatus.

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.

This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in this timeline if the angel is Adam. My heart constricts painfully inside my chest. Floods of misery are crashing in waves at my heart, at the verge of breaking it. While it would gladden me to see Adam happy with his mate, it also pains me thinking about him being with someone else. Without giving me a warning, the angel places his hand directly beneath me. His palm looks soft and familiar, and I sniffle experimentally, not even caring about my silent guest clawing at the straps holding up the web.

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

NOELLE I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring. "Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—" Rage ignites under my skin instantly. I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."

Angel smiled brightly and said, “Daddy, I won’t blame you. Go on. I’ll help you think of a way to resolve this situation as well.” Sir Ares and Angeline then left. Angel watched as her daddy left. A hint of worry flashed across her gaze as she noticed how wistful her daddy’s sturdy figure seemed to be. She then turned around and walked into her room. The heavy stone door opened, and pure, white light shot out from within the room. Angel’s eyes turned blue and glowed white when she saw the man seated on the stone bench inside the room. The man was extremely tall and handsome. His facial features were so delicate that they looked like they were carved out of stone. His facial features made him

Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from demons?" Amy: "As you can see there is light everywhere in Angelina. The sun never sets here. So Angelina does not have night and dark angels practice dark magic and need darkness around them. Demonalia Den is the place where there is no light. There is darkness every time." Casie: "Ok I get it. So dark angel do not come here." Amy: "No there were occurrences when demon and dark angels have tried attacking Angelina and so for that, we have to be prepared and so you need to take the training session seriously and the best angels than becomes archangels."