The Angel Next Door Light Novel Novels & Stories

The shards embedded on her soles pierced every step that she took. Cent stopped in her tracks when she reached the end of her supposed balcony. Gone were the railings that she liked. The harsh raindrops welcomed her face as she looked up. The zaps of lightning illuminated the darkened hill, letting her see the catastrophe that was transpiring just outside her bedroom. Four silhouettes were seen after a zap of lightning flashed right behind the House of Lamentation. “So this is all the ruckus is about? My room got destroyed because of those fucking angels. It is the angels, again.” Cent muttered under her breath. Biting the insides of her cheeks, Cent could taste her blood.

Luna's POV: It feels like it's been months since I’ve had a normal life with my friends and future family and now I am eagerly awaiting the moment they decide if my training will continue here in Purgatory or if Angel can continue my training back home. Angel suddenly appears in the small room with a happy smile. “Good news!” She says happily as I stand from my chair.

Epilogue Selena Closing the bedroom door behind us, Angel and I prepared to settle into the comforting embrace of sleep. Our nightly ritual of winding down often turned into moments of reflection and shared thoughts. "Selena," Angel began, a soft smile playing on his lips, "can we talk for a bit? About Heaven." I nodded, sensing the depth of his emotions. "Of course, Angel. What's on your mind?" He took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and emotion. "I just wanted to thank you, Selena. For everything you've done for Heaven. She's so happy, and it's all because of you."

I push myself into the covers and lay myself on the pillow, and I feel her drop it by the side of my pillow. “It’s late and I want to sleep. So go out or you can be my guardian angel.” I snicker at the last word I say- angel. Reminds me of Angel Writes. She drags the covers off me instantly and I sit up in fury. “What do you want?” “To talk to you.” I raise an eyebrow and cross my legs, “Is it about Sebastian’s favourite car been stolen by Angel Writes?” “Who is Angel Writes?” Her face wrinkles in confusion and I look at her in disbelief.

Emilio: Can you at least tell me how long you're going to be at Deena's? I stared at the screen. Then locked it. No....fuck him. Why should I answer him? He never answered me. I placed my phone down. Buzz. I frowned before picking it back up. One more message. Angel. Angel: Every time I close my eyes I see your face. My lips curled as another message appears. Angel: I need to see you again...soon. That warmth returned to my chest. Me: Tomorrow night. Three dots. Then... Angel: 😊

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

Because from now on her life is in the hands of Nicholas, Nicholas Romano. Angel enters the mansion and the doors close behind her. Angel is startled and looks around. The whole place was dark, and the place was empty of people. Angel started walking slowly, slowly towards the living room and she sees a small light coming from the direction of the living room. She walks step by step, and she feels her heart beating faster and faster. When Angel enters the living room, she finds Nicholas sitting there on the armchair, the light from the lamp illuminating only half of his face.

he said playing with his fan. ___________________________________________ Angel sat on the queen size bed in her "new room". It had white walls and a small window near the ceiling with bars on it. There was a bathroom, with no window just a tiny vent. Angel sighed to herself there was no way to escape. Suddenly her door opened to reveal an angry Alec. "What do you want" Angel said sacred. She didn't fail to notice how angry he was that she was brought here. "I'm here to get entertained and to have my revenge." He said sadistically as he approached her.

My breathing was very heavy and I sincerely was seeing nothing but red at that moment. He finally left through the open doorway, pausing for a moment before marching off. Angel was standing nervously by the doorway and fidgeting with the hem of whatever thing that sexy little outfit was called. Damn, she looked ...angelic. AN: Till next chapter cupcakes, I love y'all. ✌illusionistic.

While dozens of wolves with Renald in the front running on the street below us. “Sarah J Maas. She writes books about faes with great erotic sceeeeEEENNS!” The angel just took another sharp turn to the right. But a wolf jumped from the building on the right. Luckily, Renald had appeared –or as the angel said, winnowed, to the wolf and snapped its neck right then. “You have weird references, huh?” the angel continued, “Hold on tight.” “I’m already holding on tight!” “Then hold on tighter.”