Lore Angel Romane & Geschichten

Mr Garcia welcomed and Mrs Garcia greeted him with a kiss on the cheek "Thanks, Dad, and what's up for the evening? You look different," Jonathan said looking at his mother "And your son notice and you didn't," Mrs Garcia said looking at Mr Garcia "We are going for the Billionaire's meet," replied Mrs Garcia "O mine, mummy, that is awesome, can I come?" Camila asked "Aww sweety, we only got two tickets to the events. Plus it is just for business deals," she explained and Camila frowned "I would go visit Isabella then," she said in resignation and went up to her room.

But he owes me, he owes my family, and that has always been the situation. Angel was basically born to serve this very purpose, to pay a debt of a lifetime. There is a contract for that! But after seeing how inhumane he was, I sort of had a change of mind. But it was too late for me to call it off, let alone right now it's too early to annul it. I guess I'm stuck with her for a while! Instead of denying her to go out, I'm going to agree, and in fact give her money to spend on herself.

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

she asked Adolphus in the choked voice. She then moved towards Ava and Madeline, and a loud whimper escaped from her lips. “Mom, sis. Hi, I am Angel, the girl whom you two saved with your lives.” She spoke to those bodies in that same choked voice, overwhelmed by her sorrow. “I….. I don’t know how to show my gratitude to you two fo…. For giving me this life, a…. and sacrificing your life so that I could live, but the thing that I know very well is…. Is that I am not going to spare any of those evils who are responsible for your deaths. The only mission of my life from now on is ….. is to send those evil creatures to hell, an…. And make this world a better place to live for all the innocent p

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

With any other company, I'd demand a price so exorbitant it would effectively make the company mine. "Consider this your final warning. If you don't transfer that money to my account within 15 minutes, you can bid farewell to your Angel Group. My associates are ready to act if I signal them. I can instruct them to set this place ablaze if you utter something I dislike." Angel stared at him with cold contempt. No one could intimidate her. She had annulled her marriage to a foreign prince! Who did Andrew think he was? Angel was a woman of steel concealed beneath silk!

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

“Angioletto, enough!” I chuckle. “He marries her secretly. And soon after, they have a daughter. Brielle. Beautiful name for a beautiful little girl.” “Angel, please!” Laughter ripples out of my throat. an Angel, that is who I am. An Angel of light, an Angel of darkness, an Angel of peace and tranquility, an Angel of life, an Angel of death—I have the capability of becoming any type of Angel I choose to be, but my choices solely depend on the person standing, sitting perhaps, on the other side.

This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear. As the fireworks neared their end, in the fading light, I caught sight of a familiar figure on the distant pier—Sophia. She stood there alone, the sea breeze lifting her long dress, like a mermaid princess waiting for her prince to save her. Almost at the same moment, I felt Victor’s phone vibrate lightly in his pocket. He glanced at it quickly, a flicker of unease crossing his face before he masked it. Then, he left a gentle kiss on my forehead.