Novelas y relatos de The Real Angel Guzman From Stand And Deliver

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.

I mumbled. Xavier turned to his brother and gave him a punch in his chest, "Congragu-fucking-lations brother." Xavier immediately sprinted off with Theodore chasing behind him. I just kept standing there staring at both of them on disbelief. I thought they were supposed to be mafia leaders. "Guys! What about me?" I yelled as they continued to run around. Theodore stopped for a second and winked at me, "You definitely won't be forgetting my name tonight tesoro." My mouth fell open and I stared at him in shock. Was he always this shameless? His brother could have heard him for God's sake.

I turned my eyes on him in a glare, "before I was rudely interrupted, when I aided you and you asked my name when I was going to go, I thought about it and told you my fake name because you know, that 'stranger danger' rule." "Was that your very long story?" he looked at me with an amused expression which suddenly turned to confusion, "Wait a minute, you said you told me your fake name. What is your real name, then?" "Yep," I shrugged, nonchalantly, "and my real name is Angela. Now you tell me your story who a-" I abrubtly take a stop when sudden realisation dawned on me. He had just killed someone. He practically murdered those guys without any remorse. He kills people. He's a killer.

“How did you think of Dwayne? He's an actor, not a bodyguard. Unless he had a whole change of career, in that case he can also rearrange my organs.” “Really, Raphaella?” Betty called in a judging tone, Raphaella knew Betty was rolling her eyes at her over the phone. Sue her, but Dwayne Johnson is one hot hunk that no girl could resist. “That's not the point, my new bodyguard is Sebastian,” Raphaella revealed and she was met with silence on the other end. “Betty? Are you there?...” “No way!” Betty exclaimed, the disbelief rolling off her voice. “The Sebastian you lost your virginity to at the resort who left cash for you like you’re a prostitute?”

GILDA'S POV I got up, ready to continue with my job as if nothing had happened the day before. I headed into the kitchen to grab Angel's food. "I hope you return the gown you wore last night. Do you know how ugly you looked?" Jane stood next to me. I stayed silent, took the food from the cook, and stepped out of the kitchen. She followed, still chattering away. Not a word slipped from my lips. I entered Angel's room and found her sitting on the bed, as if she had been waiting for me.

“The nation needs saving. Someone has to make sure national security and world peace isn’t threatened.” “I know you are not allowed to divulge mission information, but how was it?” “Our boys came back with the bag,” a smile suddenly lighting up his face when he saw Georgia. “And who do we have here?” Georgia got down from the dining and walked over to the general, trying her best to perform a military salute before hugging the man. Even though this man was not her father, Georgia had always felt at home in his arms. His hug encompassed her in an ever flowing current of love, giving her another place to call home and showing her how much she was welcome here, just like the rest of the family.

I was embarrassed that my tardiness and that my appearance was not consistent with the situation. — Angel Backer! — the jovial and rather handsome man stood up to greet me with a hug and kisses on the cheek. — Hello! It's a pleasure to be here. — The pleasure is all mine, dear. — he smiled and snapped his fingers at a boy behind a camera. — Let's start recording, no time for rehearsal, okay? I nodded completely embarrassed. — All right, David? — By the time I say three, we'll be live.

As he took slow steps closer to Cordelia with a frown on his face, a young, handsome-looking man came out of nowhere and pulled Cordelia by the arm. “Hi, baby. I’m sorry I took time in the restroom.” The stranger uttered with a grin. Cordelia looked so confused, but as the smart girl she was, she figured out that he was trying to save her. So she didn’t push him away. This stranger was Jared Lambert, a twenty-five year old guy, the son of Sir Luther Lambert, leader of the East America drug cartel, and nephew to El Azul Lambert, the leader of the Colima drug cartel in Europe. El Azul had connections all over Europe and was given almost the same respect as the President.

"If Angelina doesn't make it, then even I won't make it." "Don't say that," she cried softly. "I won't come back if she isn't there with me," I said and kissed her forehead. "Stay safe, alright." Every second felt like hours when we finally reached L.A. My mind raced with all the evil thoughts. Gabriel informed us that one passenger did arrive in a wheelchair. It was a woman in her early twenties. The man, who I assumed to be Ace, had fed the story of her mother dying and the girl being unstable. The pathetic people bought the story as easily as they'd eat shit.