There Must Be An Angel By My Side Novels & Stories

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

Boyoung said as she looked deep into Shawn's eyes. ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♩ Oh, oh, I I hope you're dancing in the sky And I hope you're singing in the angel's choir And I hope the angels know what they have I'll bet it's so nice up in heaven since you arrived So tell me, what do you do up in heaven? Are your days filled with love and light? Is there music? Is there art and adventure? Tell me are you happy? Are you more alive?

"No, Rebecca. I am never leaving your side. I pledged that to you once, and I stand by it. She won't take me from you." Our lips brushed together, a fragile connection. "You are my Angel." Rebecca shut her eyes, the tension in her frame gradually dissolving. "When I was in the grasp of the Devil, you were my salvation. You are not meant for her. She can't claim you," Rebecca's voice trembled, shattering my heart further. "Hush... I belong to no one but you, Angel. Always have, always will. Just as you are mine," my breath lingered by her ear, a testament for the times to come.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

“We’ve known you as a strong woman, Angela. You have always been that kind of person, knowing what to do when Anya and I go crazy. That’s why we always call you our angel.” I heaved a sigh. “Where would an angel fly if the sky fell to the ground?” I whispered. “Then stay on the ground for a while, Anj,” Dylan answered, kissing my temple, and both my friends wrapped their arms around me, keeping silence our company for a while.

answered me with ease. "I doubt you've ever felt sad," the girl sneered. Other angels do feel that. But somehow, I had never thought about it before. What if something makes me happy or sad? Ah, I was happy when Angel Ellenor was locked up in the courthouse by Archangel Jin. It was fun enough, comfortable enough. But, I'm sure I've never felt sad before. "By the way, what about your search? I'm sure I've heard you say about the 100-day deadline God gave!" Erika quipped.

The drive to Angels was relatively peaceful, no traffic around for miles, just wide empty roads as I blast the song Battlefield by Jordan Sparks over my car's speakers. “I never meant to start a war. You know I never want to hurt you. Don’t even know what we’re fighting for” I sing not caring who heard me as I really liked the song and felt like it resonated with me especially with how things turned out back home. Drumming my fingers I continue to sing to the music as I slowly make my way towards Angels, eventually pulling up towards a huge building. Once there I quickly move to park my car before turning off the engine and heading inside.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

He was my professor, and 20 years older than me. "No, Mr. Buckley. We can't," I said, but deep down, I felt an unexpected twinge of disappointment. Eric climbed onto the bed, inching his way toward me. "I'm just helping you heal, sweetheart. Be a good girl and spread your legs—just one last step," he said as he reached for my ankles. I scrambled backward, only to realize that the spot where I had been sitting was soaked through. The bedsheet was dark with evidence of my arousal.

I said coldly, “I’ll ask you one last time. Do you still wish to stand trial? But let me remind you, don’t delude yourself into thinking you can stay by my side.” Victor suddenly lifted his head. His eyes burned with desperate determination as he shouted, “I refuse to believe it! I will return to your side! I want to be judged!”