The Angel Novel Novels & Stories

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."

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

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

ANGEL Something crazy gleamed in his eyes, and then he was laughing. Manically. “You think I’m going to watch your belly swell with his child? Watch you give birth to a piece of Vincent while I stand by and do nothing?” “Please—” “No.” He shook his head slowly, and the smile spread even wider across his face, turning my blood to ice. “No, Angel. That’s not how this works. That thing inside you isn’t a baby. It’s a parasite. It’s an infection. It’s Vincent’s last pathetic attempt to claim what’s mine.”

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Chiara said while looking pointedly at Camille's body. Chiara looked around the office, it had a modern design and it was very masculine. The office had ceiling to floor glass windows facing the exterior of the building. She was just noticing it for the first time since she walked in. She had been so intrigued by her conversation with Camille that she forgot to check out the office. She stood up and moved around the office. She stopped by the bookcase and inspected the books. They were mainly business books, though there were a few classic novels in their midst. "Excuse me. I am a marketing manager in this company." Camille said, her voice sounding more shrill than usual.

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

“Oh, and check your phone. I believe you’ll find some interesting developments.” “OH MY GOSH, STOP SAYING IT LIKE THAT. I’M NOT A SEASON FINALE CLIFFHANGER.” The angel began to fade. “WAIT!” Deja lunged off the bed. “You can’t just ghost me after threatening me with supernatural vehicular manslaughter!” Too late. The angel had vanished, leaving behind a faint shimmer in the air. “This is some bullshit,” she declared to the empty room. “First I die in real life, then I get sent into a bad romance novel, and now I might die again unless I prevent a wedding that probably won’t even happen anymore. Make it make sense!”

Angel never imagined that Anne would occupy this room for a long time. "If I knew you were going to be here that long, I should have bought you a television." Angel's words were greeted by a shake of Anne's head. "I'm old, honey. My head will get dizzy if I watch television." Anne took out a book from her suitcase, then she gave it to Angel. This is no ordinary book. This is Angel's first novel. "Can you sign my book? I'm your number one fan." Angel blinked in disbelief. Her lips were also slightly parted because she was too shocked. Angel doesn't even know if Anne bought her book secretly. "Is this the help that mom meant earlier? Do you really want to ask for my autograph?"

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.