The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten Novel Novels & Stories

‘MC Royale. I think this is the place.’ Mariko looked up at the tall building in front of her and read the signage. She went inside and asked the receptionist on what floor the CEO had located. She immediately went up to the 20th floor and headed toward the room of the CEO. The executive assistant greeted her as soon as she arrived at the 20th floor. “I came to see Miss Orianna McCartney. I’m Agent Angel.” She introduced herself using her codename and told the secretary about her intention to come in.

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.

My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t move, my body was shaking vigorously. And my hands trembled as I clutched my book tighter against my chest. This… this was corruption at its peak. This was disgusting. This was the university my stepfather had paid for? No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Students sex their way to higher grades! But fate betrayed me… The book I was holding slipped from my trembling hands and crashed to the floor. The sound sliced through the room like a knife.

“Because you’re the one who put him in a coma, Hera. What happened messed up our work completely! This is what you have to do—unless you want to go to jail?” My father’s words freeze me solid. I can’t speak. The next morning, reality hits me hard: I’m now living with a psychopath next door. A comatose man whose very possibility of waking up fills every part of me with dread. Please, please don’t wake up!

Guilt consumed him for bringing back the pain from her past. *********** The sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Angel's lovely features. Blinking her eyes to adjust to the brightness, Angel woke up and sat up in bed. She pushed the quilt aside and got out of bed, stretching her body before heading straight to the bathroom to relieve herself. Angel removed her lingerie and sat on the toilet with her eyes half-closed. After she was done, she stood up and yawned before cleaning herself. Walking to the mirror, she grabbed a toothbrush to clean her mouth. However, when she opened her eyes, she squealed and moved back, almost tumoring on her feet. She didn't realise it was not h

Ratchel kissed Chad like he was her boyfriend and gave him a flirtatious smile before turning the same smile towards me. She was beautiful, but that beauty was but skin deep. Her personality was rotten, and not even a teaspoon could be shallower than her. And she wrote the book on; how to be a slut in a few easy steps. First rule sleep with any guy who wants in... especially if it is your best friends boyfriend. "Eric? Are you listening to me? Or are you missing Zinporkia already?" She grinned at me and then turned her gaze on Chad, who was staring at me, questioning.

He had nothing to be sorry for. "Just show me." I whispered, lifting myself up and taking the condom from his clutches. I moved the plastic that felt like silk in the packet and looked up at Kade beneath my lashes. Kade sucks in sharply. "You look like an angel Mia." I bit my bottom lip shyly. "An angel who's about to wrap a condom around your cock?" Kade's eyes flashed, any awkward weight from early gone in a flash as he grins down at me. "Well, tonight you're going to be my little vixen. So I guess angel is out of your vocabulary for a little while. "

“No- I was just going to slice off your tongue because you're a nuisance. But now that you suggest it.... dissecting you would be much more interesting. I just love dead girls.” “I'm going to hurl if you keep this up, and if I do, I won't be such a clean corpse.” “I'm the Angel of Death, my dear. I'm the patron of carnage and all things rotting. A bit of vomit is nothing compared to spewing blood and steaming entrails.” “You- an angel? Yeah right. Unless you're a fallen one.” “You don't believe me?” “No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.”

I slowly nodded as I felt dark spots cover my vision. ♥ °°° ~ °°° ♥ I slowly opened my eyes and looked around my room. The walls were white and there was a huge walk in closet and bathroom- wait a second! This is not my bedroom. Plus I'm not usually at home at this time because I work in a small coffee shop next to my house right after school in order to get some money to provide myself with basic needs- since my dad has refused to give me anymore money.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.