What Is Angel Dust's Job Novels & Stories

So here I am at four in the morning, a warm stash resting on the ashtray and an empty syringe that once contained liquid ecstasy, looking like a wasted fucker once more. It’s funny how a woman affected my brain from functioning well. Angelo sauntered inside my office with a disappointed look on his face. “How long have you been working for me, Angelo?” I slurred, my head still hung lazily on the back of the couch. My loyal subject sighed, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt to his elbows, and began clearing the last of my adventure to Mt. Everest. “Seven years.” Was his firm answer.

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.

Alec asked again "Angel has a job with us" Rusty stated. "A job?" Angel questioned. She did not want to sell any drugs for him. "Yes, you will entertain my male employees after a long day of hard work." Rusty said walking away. "I don't understand" Angel said. Rusty looked at her and smiled. "Every night one of my men will come to your room and spend two hours with you, what they chose to do with you in the mean time is completely up to them" His smile tuned into an evil smirk.

"You've dumped him, haven't you!? He cheated on you, didn't he!? Or perhaps, Madam doesn't know about all this!?" "Shhh! Keep your voice down!" I shut her mouth frantically while looking around the parking lot. I didn't want anyone to hear our conversation. Angel continued to cry, making me feel even more guilty. I sat in the driver's seat uncomfortably, thinking hard. Angel, she is none other than the spy Luke Davis sent to keep an eye on me. Angel, she was none other than the spy Luke Davis had sent to keep an eye on me. Being with a crying girl in the same car made me very depressed. I couldn't even think about my illness anymore.

“Oh, yes. I am a strict rule follower. Normally.” Stella opened up a thin, white laptop and started typing, and Helen reflected on all of the other duties she’d heard of. She didn’t think she’d ever want to be an AA, but there were a few other jobs that interested her. She could’ve joined the angel chorus because she loved to sing, but even in Heaven, she couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. Ann worked in the aviary, with the birds they sent down to comfort those who’d recently lost a loved one, and she seemed to enjoy that work, especially with the cardinals. But Helen was most intrigued by the Fixers, the group of angels who went back to earth to make corrections when something didn’t quite

“Angelina Jones. Personal assistant of Draven Griffin. Completed her fashion designing course three years ago. Currently living with her best friend in an apartment in the territory of the Silver Moon Pack. No other background… nothing traceable before that.” Dash’s voice faded into the heavy silence as he placed the file in front of Gideon. Gideon didn’t respond immediately. His sharp eyes scanned every single page, line by line, detail by detail as if He could tear the truth out of the paper just by staring hard enough.

Angel swallows some food. “That’s where it gets tricky. She is deeply involved as a spy in Silvan’s organization.” “SHE IS WHAT?” Both me and dad yell together. Angel puts her cutlery down. “This is a longer explanation, but she is spying on them and giving the information back to the right people. She is in contact with me as well. She is not a bad person, I swear this on my life and honor.” “Has she done anything with my brother?” I ask, bile wallowing up in my throat at the mere thought.

Lucifer's POV It has been a month since Angel came back. I am really worried about her health. She works in the hospital whenever there is some complicated case and other than that she attends mafia meetings and even handles my legal company business. She has taken over much of my work and even Matteo is happy that he can spend more time with Dalia. But I am not... I am worried that she might get sick like this but whenever I try to stop her, she will just glare at me.

Her brother had to know where she was and what she was doing. What was she doing? Angel took a deep breath. What she was doing was studying the Human race so she could become the Coalition’s director. That was her primary focus and what she needed to remember. And she needed to remember why. Angel closed her eyes, that little stab of pain in her heart no longer catching her by surprise. She needed the job for more than just saving the planet. Oh, she could kid herself all she wanted, but in moments like these when she was being honest with herself, she could admit it.

"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