Who Is Angel Dust Novels & Stories

- Stace says giving Angel a little hug. “Hey princess, go on in, I’ll tell your brother you are inside” - he says and we smile at him. “Thanks, Angel” - I say walking past him into the club. The music is loud and I can smell sweat and sex. I shake my head and I start moving my body while walking. The music is great and makes me move. Stacey grabs my hands and pulls me into the centre of the dance floor. We both move our bodies together while I see some guys looking at us.

I replied. “Do you know the name of the club?” The detective asked. “No, my friend Angel took charge of the scenes we turned up at then.” I answered as he nodded. “Where can I see Angel to talk to?” The detective asked. “Angel is dead.” Noah replied this time. “Overdosed.” “You seem wild when younger, something I didn’t expect from the ice queen.” Asshole said and this time, the detective with him glared at him. “One more word from you that is not related to this case and you get to sit the rest of it out.” Asshole gave a stiff nod and kept his mouth shut. Thank god for small blessings.

"Mia, I'm going out tonight. Wait for me at home." I nodded obediently, murmuring, "Mm, I'll wait for you." Satisfied, he left. At home, bored out of my mind, I sipped warm milk and thought about what my next move would be. That was when someone sent me a video. It was a hostess from Dusky, known by the name Angel. I knew her because she had taught me the ways to seduce Trevor.

Jack had ordered the strippers not to move but the crowd were pushing through them. This was really getting on Angel's nerves and it annoyed him a lot. Out of anger he began pushing through the crowd, checking each person to know if he could find sparrow. What if it wasn't a disguise but a distraction? Maybe sparrow was taking the other way while the crowd distracted them. Angel took a handful of his men and the DEA and pushed their way into the club. The place was really crowded more than it should have been. Angel and his men combed the entire club, even bridged the security room but couldn't get information out of them.

“Nobody is loyal to you. You think coming into our town, wiping a few mob head is enough? You don't kill a king and take over, thinking your territory will not be threatened when you left other kings.” “I was being benovelent by not killing them,” I said sadly. “I did not want to loose all my humanity. “Well,” Brody barked out a dry laugh. “It's gotten you here.” What drug?” “Angel dust,” Brody confirmed. I slammed the table hard in anger, remembering why I had banned that drug. “Someone is selling Angel dust in our town?” “Worse,” Brody laughed, seeing to enjoy this. “Someone is fucking you up, taking over your coke and heroine business and they started by selling Angel dust.”

He got up and came over to the other side of the desk and began to explain, “This portion here,” he points to the sales records of something called, Fairy Dust? “What the hell is Fairy Dust?” I ask, trying to make sense of it. Angel chuckled and began to explain, “It’s a drug.” Angel tells me, “It’s a mix of MDMA, cocaine, and a sprinkle of a secret ingredient that only the O’Malley family knows of.” My eyes widen at the thought of producing and selling drugs, “We’re not going to be producing that anymore,” I tell him, I refuse to be associated with it.

And this time, I won't be the one falling in his trap. I had also assigned Dylan, as he was her best friend and Kyle, because he was best in twisting her words, so he would keep her busy, to look after Angel. I didn't want my Angel in any kind of trouble. She was innocent and naive. I wouldn't let anyone touch her. But there was still one question that was roving through my head. How did Carl know about Angel and why did he call her Kristina? There was something, something I was kept unaware of. I know Angel was hiding something from me.

He's a little damaged, but a strong Angel. • Kyle Fletcher: This young demon in all his glory is twenty-two. With eyes like those of a dragon, he's one of the strongest Demons currently alive. Unlike the general description of a demon, Kyle is calm and takes decisions after careful thought. He's 181 cm tall (5'11 ft), weight- 67 kg (147 lbs). MBTI type: ENFP. He is strong, both physically and mentally. Favorite color: Purple. Zodiac: Virgo. Jamie believes that Asa loves him because he's a lot like Vantae but hands down to the truth, the angel loves him for his red eyes. Not that it's the only reason, but it's one of the major things about Kyle that make the angel's heart beat faster. The you

Cassian kissed her head tightly. "Who are Damien and Aaron?" Cassian asked. Hailey closed her eyes in pain but took a deep breath. "Damien was my elder brother. He was murdered 12 years ago," she said, feeling exhausted. "I'll explain about Aaron and everything else some other day, please," she pleaded, looking at Cassian. He nodded, kissing her head. "By the way, Angry Bird, where is the intern who saved you? I think we should find her and offer her a job at Holt Group of Companies," Caleb suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

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.