The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten Light Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

The door closed quietly behind her. I uncorked the bottle and poured slowly into the glass. The deep red liquid released a strong aroma—cinnamon, blackcurrant, a hint of oak. I took a measured sip. Rich. Sharp. Satisfying. Moments later, the bathroom door opened. Angela stepped out. Her hair was still wet. This time, she wasn’t wrapped in a towel. She wore a bathrobe—loose, tied only at the waist. Bare feet against the marble floor. Her face tightened when she saw me sitting there.

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.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

I hate disgusting, cowardly men like that. “I said shut up! Leo has already taken care of that man!” Rose snapped, her brow furrowed. (I should have cut off his genitals and...) Crash! Rose stared at the mirror, now shattered into pieces before her, breathing heavily and glaring. “Your British accent really makes me sick! Next time I’ll lock you up, so you don’t disturb my enjoyment of this comfortable, clean city.” After that, her expression turned flirty again. “At least I like this outfit.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt a stinging pain in her knuckles. “I hate pain,” she grumbled irritably. “And blood. I hate blood.” (I like seeing people in pain.)

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Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

When Noah walked in lawn, he found a fascinating girl dressed in white sleeves liquette in the pool, swaying her hands in the water and her long hairs floating in the water. Having a glance of the angel in the water, shimmering under the silvery threads of moonlight, his legs carried him in the direction of her. Hey my lovely readers, I hope you all to be fine and healthy. I really sorry for the slow updates but my other profession is demanding my undivided attention, I’ll try my best to give regular updates. I hope you liked the chapter. Thank you,, Your author, ~Galen_Yana...♡

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.”

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.