The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten Novels & Stories

He blew me a kiss before disappearing. Mum huffed. “Your rhinoceros’ man will be the death of me.” Angel joined us, then Lana with Margaret. “Oh, my fucking Christ!” Angel’s scream rammed through the room, gasping, wide eyed with a gaping mouth. “Your makeup.” Angel said, I whimpered, making a remorseful face. But was I really? “I’m so sorry.” I whispered. “Okay.” She released a long exaggerated breath. “We have an hour and a few minutes left, we’re all going to work together to make you flawless again.”

Zane had to smile at her. “Angel, there is nothing bad in you.” “Of course there is. Do you think I would be okay with what you did tonight if I was all good and pure? Do you think I would enjoy the things we do if I didn’t have a streak of bad in me?” she asked. She had a smile on her face which told Zane she enjoyed the idea of being a little bad.

She shoved the tray toward me carelessly, and some of the food almost spilled. “What is wrong with you?” I asked. She scoffed. “I should be asking you that. Sometimes I wonder what you did to get so much attention from the boss.” I clenched my jaw. “Leave me alone,” I said and walked away. I was done for the day. When I entered Angel’s room, I froze. She was already eating. A woman stood beside her. “Who are you?” I asked cautiously. “Oh! There you are,” she said cheerfully. “I’m your assistant. I’ll be helping you with Angel.”

I would prefer not to know why they are here or to question the substance of each one, which is vacant in the accused. Out of nowhere, and as he leaves the bathroom, someone knocks on the doorway. To say that I am surprised to see the lord below the limit is almost nothing. "Looks like it was an amazing party," he says with a magnetic smile. Angel walks up to me with an anarched eyebrow, tossing something to the dark pack. "Actually, uh, with some karma we can clean everything up before mom gets back," I say, making small talk early on. "I'll help," he announces, walking into the room and going straight to get a pack of scorchers.

Her family business survived because of fools like that, people who loved to dull their senses with drugs and alcohol. Her anger was burning as she saw Diego walk in with two blondes. She checked her wristwatch and scoffed. 'The idiot was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago' she thought. Diego went to the bar to order drinks and she saw him trade envelopes with the bartender. She started walking towards him and was about to reach him when a man stopped her. "Hey there, sexy." The man said. She could barely hear him over the loud music. She wondered why people found it fun to listen to ear blasting music.

I stagger back. "MOMMY!!" Angel calls from behind me, almost crying, running towards me. She falls in my hands the minute she gets to me; at the same time, Andy comes running downstairs, and the witch comes out of the kitchen. In a minute, Angel stands before her real parents and me, her acting mother. The kid looks at the stranger, who is smiling at her as if she is the most precious thing she has ever seen. The precious thing she left behind without a care.

he stated which made her froze. "You knew that I'm...?" "Please, get out," he cut him off and she obeyed, yet she was still puzzled how Blame knew that she was an angel. The moment she went out of the bathroom, Blake instantly shut the door and stared in mute horror at the bag he was holding. He couldn't imagine he would taste another humans' blood and this time was in his own accord. Without a choice, he slowly removed its seal and shut his eyes and drank it. In each gulp, he felt pleasure and satisfaction. The moment the bag was empty he instantly opened the other one like a hungry stray creature that was eager to discard his starvation.

I’d had nothing except the coffee Rhoda had brought me earlier. The silence in the house told me Aaron wasn’t home. We hadn’t spoken since I’d walked away from him. A cruel reminder that what we had was just a fling. Not that I wanted anything more —but still, the fact he hadn’t even tried to explain himself annoyed me. When I got to the living room, a figure lounged on the couch, watching TV. Angelina. She wore boy shorts and a tank top, her legs crossed elegantly. She was beautiful, but her face was always painted with makeup. Even early in the morning. I wondered how she managed to keep that mask on all the time.

Logan replied quickly. Angel turned her face away, squeaking after successfully guessing Logan's evil intentions, she let go of Logan's hand and walked towards the balcony window. Roughly opening the curtain and opening the balcony window, her fingers quickly walked towards the bedside table. Pulling out a cardboard box, taking out a roll of nicotine and burning it quickly. She inhaled hard then exhaled the smoke from her cigarette high. Disgusted, so disgusted and extremely disgusted to see Logan. The man was still in her room, but Angel's evil mind could not hold back the urge to hit, and break Logan's head by banging the man's head against the wall.

The problem is, I'm as white as a ghost, and as soon as I blush, the whole world can see. "I'm going to need a nanny for Cassy." I think out loud. Whenever I performed at Morrie's, the old lady next door would look after her. "Consider it sorted." Angel smiles, and I might be mistaken, but his eyes look more green than brown, like the depth of a forest.