Angelic Notes Novels & Stories

"To be honest, I like many musicians, for example, Kendrick Lamar, Eminem, The Weeknd, Jon Bellion, Halsey, and many more. What about you?" "I like Billie Eilish, Halsey, Meghan Trainor and Jon Bellion." She replied. "That is cool." The next day, she had bought him a new mp3 player which had 200 songs, many of which were sang by his favorite musicians. The incessant beeping of the oven timer broke his thoughts. He put on the oven mittens and removed the croissants from the oven. The sweet aroma of the food brought a smile to his face. He hoped Chiara would like the meal. When the food was done, he set the table and waited for Chiara to return home.

I can't lose my angel! *************************

Angel muttered to his wolf and got inside his assigned room. He made himself decent and when saw the grand piano, something made his ears twitch again as if he hearing something. Angel sighed and touched the keys on the piano. When his fingertips felt them, his heart began to throb hard which made him feel its beat. “Can it be?” Angel muttered to himself as he feel the beating of his heart against his chest. ‘Just try. You never know…go on…’ Angel took a deep breath and let his hands position all of his fingertips on the grand piano’s keys. Feeling them, he began pressing each key that went on releasing different notes that combined into one melody. It began to resonate with his heart and st

Claire's face breaks into a smile, “I think you should be the one running for Senate. You make one hell of a pitch,” I nod silently, and from the corner of my eyes, I catch Angel engulfed in her desktop. Her teeth are digging into the bottom of the pen. “Is everything alright, Angel?” I ask, pulling her attention, She looks up immediately, and I can see her finally returning from her dissociation. “It is,” she responds, arching her back. “I am working on the sites, and dates for events.” “Do you mind engaging us?” Claire takes the baton from me,

I observed playfully. Rebecca's fingers alighted upon the keyboard, and I stood poised, awaiting the melody that would emerge. A solitary note danced forth, followed by another, forming a delicate duet before subsiding into silence. Two notes sufficed before surrendering to defeat. Her shoulders slumped in momentary frustration. Unable to bear witness to the shadow upon her countenance, I leaned in, my voice a soothing murmur. "Take your time, Angel. We possess an abundance of it. When you're ready, you'll find your rhythm. I shan't impose."

Selena did the same and so was the rest of their team. They were all emotional right there, leading to a decision that she should accept the offer. Getting to know him will increase their chances. Information is essential. Nisemono might have thought he outsmarted them but they can take advantage of it too. After all they are part of the Angel's entertainment. "Oi! Muchie!" The Angel of Death calls his friend, waving from a fair distance, flying to his friend. "Thank you for watering my flowers!" "Back so soon? Did you sent them already?"

He roared, staring right into my eyes. “What injection is that?” I asked, skirmishing my way out of the doctor’s tight grip. He held down my arm tightly, and the needle pierced effortlessly through my skin. “It's amnesia-inducing! Doc, you know what to do with him. It's time I take my wife and leave.“ Ace muttered as he strolled to unchain Angel. I looked at Angel, but her gaze avoided mine. She didn't steal a single glance at me. The last thing I saw was her disappearing up the last stair, hand in hand with her husband.

Angel said, smiling. “She deserves to be happy” Angel whispered nodding towards Tiana who was throwing daggers at Angel in turn. I rolled my eyes, grabbing the drunken Tiana by her waist and walking towards my suite. One last glance at Angel, I noticed she was barefoot with a jug of water in her hand and a shy smile on her face. She noticed my nervousness but gestured, zipping her lips, nodding to take care of the drunken Tiana.

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

The confusion drew upon me and my brothers but then the witch began speaking again. "She has let her wings spread and opened the door of her heart..." She spoke, her voice stretching out each of the words, "The season of love is knocking there and it's just one step afar...." She stopped, her hand lifting the cloth with her eyes still closed. A smile tugged at her lips, "He is there, her protector for eternities. The heart of the angel has now connected with the king just like the imperishable bond of their souls," Bond of the souls......That means the smell of that powerful Lycan that I sensed was because he was her mate.