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says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice. “Go get some ice and fill the tub,” Devlin orders, completely snubbing Dustin's suggestion. “Brother…” “Fuck it, Dustin! Hurry,” he yells, voice loud and severe. “I’m not losing this bargain,” softly, “I’ve looked everywhere for you. I’ve had to absorb hell damned souls than yours to find yours. You are the unluckiest person I know, Ria, and that is special. Trust me. Everything you touch breaks, everything handed to you rots or withers away and it is not by choice, it is how you were created. No wonder you don’t believe in angels, God.” He is rubbing little circles on my forehead, talking so lowly like singing a lullaby to send me to sleep.

"I will not put you in danger, Angel. Daniel is in the hospital. Mathew is in charge. The doctor has a hundred patients to treat. My uncle is occupied. Give me a few hours to take care of you. I … I want to be with you, please don't say no. I am begging you." Angel raised his large hands to frame the side of her neck and face, peering into her teary eyes. Her emotional state got to him and he wanted to tell her she shouldn’t beg for what was hers but he suppressed the feeling. “I can not stay the entire night.” “Angel…” “I have something to do in the pit,” he said. “The pit?” she asked, searching his gaze anxiously. Angel decided to spare her any more agony and ignored the question. “I need

he said playing with his fan. ___________________________________________ Angel sat on the queen size bed in her "new room". It had white walls and a small window near the ceiling with bars on it. There was a bathroom, with no window just a tiny vent. Angel sighed to herself there was no way to escape. Suddenly her door opened to reveal an angry Alec. "What do you want" Angel said sacred. She didn't fail to notice how angry he was that she was brought here. "I'm here to get entertained and to have my revenge." He said sadistically as he approached her.

"Azrael... His name is Azrael," "Azrael?" Maze walks in front of me and observes my face with wide, curious eyes. "So he is an angel then?" I stare at her. "How do you know that?!" Maze shrugs. "Everyone knows Azrael is the angel of death, which is kinda suiting because everyone knows what will happen if you fall in love with an angel," Anxiety washes over me. "That's why I'm trying to forget about the guy," Maze grins in her cheerful way. "Azrael is known for being a player; my mother talked about him the other day, complaining she is losing workers to the parasite. He lives in a castle down south, and apparently, he is hiring maids,"

She was an angel, her eyes, her lips and her heavenly body shook me from within and believe me that never happened before. “Are you on drugs?” she said with disgust looking at my tattoo on my chest, I shook my head, clearing my throat, I took out the 100 euro currency, and handed it to her, muttering, “Keep the change”, turned around to leave, but didn’t let the look of surprise and shock on her face unnoticed. I sat in my car, dialed Luke’s number on the bluetooth, “Angel Rose of starbucks. I want her at the mansion by the evening”. I hung up without waiting for his reply.

Angelo was about to leave when suddenly, by some unknown reason, his body turned around and swiftly turned the knob- to open the door, When he had; opened the; door, Angelo was; greeted by the scent of thick smoke coming from the; e-cigarettes- used; by the people inside of; the room. For some unknown reason, as soon as Angelo caught a whiff of the smoke. His earlier resistance fades- his will to return home vanished and was; replaced with the determination to enter the hideout of his so-called friends. He slowly made his way to the very end of the room, carefully stepping- on the floor, as Angelo was afraid that he would step on some people- that were; sprawled- on the floor and are crying

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?

And behind her, two wings made of flickering orange fire stretched out, lighting up the darkness of the digital world. "Who are you?" I gasped, my voice shaking. "You look... just like me." The other Hazel smiled. It wasn't a kind smile. It was a smile full of years of teeth-gritting anger. "I'm the version of you that didn't make it out of the lab fire in the first draft, Hazel. I'm the one they deleted because I was too angry to control. I’ve been living in the trash bin of this system for a long time."

I have no idea why Angelina would have such a thing, but the stuff I have was evidence. "What's hidden beneath your bathroom sink? What about the GHB? How many people were drugged at the hospital? We discovered it in the same spot." "There's more proof. I couldn't leave it in jail. Trevor could have ruined it. After all, I was drugged as well, remember?"

Qin Haodong said, "Okay, now please leave." Owen said, "Doctor Qin, can I have a look? I really want to see how you cure autism." "I'm sorry, Mr. Owen, but Angel's condition is quite special, so I don't think you should stay here to observe. Besides, you can learn nothing from my treatment. It's useless for you." He noticed that Angel's head was covered by a black gas the moment he came here. It was not a simple mental disease, so Owen was not allowed to stay to observe.