The Fallen

The Fallen

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" I was sent down here for a reason, Isabelle," the way he spoke sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. "That reason is you." My heart stopped beating momentarily. It was as if the whole world stopped, but nothing really slowing down. A glimpse of forever. ************** When Isabelle Snow was in a terrible fire, she thought she had seen the lights of death. Waking up in a hospital with no friends or family by her side was the least of her problems. It had always been like that for Isabelle. But the mysterious, yet beautiful stranger that seems to haunt her dreams certainly is. Isabelle is surly going crazy. Right? When she shows up at her apartment one day to find the stranger from her dreams standing outside her door claiming she belonged to him, she starts to think otherwise.
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"I beg you to listen" Murmuring softly as I froze in his touch. Exhaling slowly. Doing my best not run out of his hold. "What are you saying?" "I'm the Angel of Death" Scoffing and pulling from his touch. "And you were assigned to me?" "Yes" "You're an angel sent to what? Kill me?" Shoving his chest away with all my strength as I rose to my feet, fighting the ache. This was too much, I couldn't breathe. He's supposedly an angel?! An Angel of Death at that?! Lifting his hands in defense. Pain etching his perfect features. "No. No! I'm the one protecting you from-" Angela lived her day to day life with her blissful routine. School, work, home, repeat. But the tables flip when she is met by a brooding stranger that seems to follow everywhere she goes, hiding deep in the shadows but is always there. Who is he? Why was he always there when death is at Angela's doorstep. Why was he always there with every turn of her head?

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