by G. Bailey
Dark Angel Academy
G. Bailey
Contents
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Description of Descend
Quote
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Description of Silence
Quote
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Epilogue
Description of Immoral
Quote
Prologue
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Epilogue
72. The Missing Wolf
Chapter 73
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Welcome to The Angel Academy. The only way to be accepted is to die.
My name is Kaitlyn Lightson, and I can see ghosts.
Despite my weird ability, which no one but my best friend knows about, my life has been pretty normal. In a few months, I’d be at university and far away from the small ghost town I've lived my whole life in.
But one deadly car accident changed everything.
Death was not the end for me, because instead, I became an angel. Guardian Angel to be exact, and my only job is to protect important humans in dire need to pay back the debt of our second life.
Only if I can survive Angel Academy, that is.
Turns out Angel Academy is deadlier than any school I've been to before...
I have to choose a side, light or dark, at the end of my first year.
Light angels are good, kind and the choice my best friend is sure to make.
Dark angels are evil, seductive, and they call me to me more than I want to admit.
Seduction is a game in this world, and dark angels know how to play it better than most.
And I want to play.
18+ RH Bully Academy Romance.
This collection includes-
Descend (Book One)
Immoral (Book Two)
Silence (Book Three)
He gave me wings when I wanted fire.
“Rise, not burn,” he whispered.
-Sara Singhal
Chapter 1
“You have popcorn in your hair, did you know that?” the spirit I’m pretending I can’t see asks me for the fourth time, his form flickering in and out like a broken lightbulb. He continues to put his hand through my hair, even though we are both aware he can’t actually touch me. Between the gaping hole in his chest and the old-fashioned clothes, I suspect he has been here a long time and he has no intention of leaving anytime soon. I knew it was a bad idea to try this place when the cinema in our town was closed. New places always mean new ghosts.
But I wanted one date. Just one normal date where the weird fact I can see ghosts and talk to them doesn’t bother me, but of course, that didn’t happen. Finally, the movie, which I have no clue what happened in, finishes and the end credits roll down the screen. My poor date stares at me hopefully, and I’m pretty sure he is thinking I’m the worst date ever. Jordan O’Moran is a cute guy with messy red hair, blue eyes that pop, and soft looking lips. Not that I would know what they feel like, considering the ghost hasn’t left me alone, and touching someone else’s skin means trouble when a ghost is around. Sometimes they can see the ghost with me, and sometimes they just pass out. I stand up and tap the shoulder of Riley Becker, my best friend in the entire world and the only one who knows my secret.
Well, the only one that knows my secret and believes me. My therapist is proof of how crackers my mum and dad think I am. Currently Riley’s tongue is diving down Mandy Maguire’s neck, so he hasn’t noticed me. For a second, I’m jealous of Riley. He gets to be a normal eighteen-year-old. They both snap out of it at the same time, and Riley stands up, brushing a hand through his wispy blond hair that is all over the place, with questioning eyes.
“Code ten,” I whisper to him as we walk through the seats, and Riley looks back at me, nodding once.
“Wanna come back to mine, Riley? My parents work night shifts, so they won’t be home,” Mandy asks when we get outside. I think the only legit reason Riley asked her out is because she tells the entire school about her empty house and low standards. Riley towers over us both with his lanky six-foot form, and Mandy looks up at him so lovingly. That is until Riley talks.
“I can’t. I promised my bestie I’d stay over at hers while her parents are working away. Sorry, another time maybe?” he replies, and Mandy’s blue eyes flicker over to me, pure annoyance flashing in them. My mum always says eyes are the windows to the soul, and I’m certain Mandy’s soul is thinking of ways to get rid of mine.
“Can I come back to yours?” Jordan asks me, touching my arm. I practically jump away from him, and he looks so confused. Poor guy. For a moment, I actually forgot he was still here. I glance down the empty street outside the cinema, smelling the piles of rubbish by the side of the road, hearing nothing but very distant cars and an owl hunting somewhere in the nearby fields. Thankfully, the chill f
rom the ghost is gone, and he isn’t following. Score.
About ten years ago, this town would have been full of people; the cinema would have dozens of people leaving it, but now there is no one but us. Most people live in the big cities these days, and only the rich get to live in the towns, with their kids, of course, like us. Fortunately, my mum and dad are saints with their dozens of charities and thousands of homes they have bought and given to people in need. When I turn twenty-one and finish college, I’m going to help them and hopefully set up my own charity with Riley. That’s the game plan anyway.
“Mandy, you live down Tuckers Lane, right? Why don’t you take Jordan back with you as he lives close by?” Riley speaks for me when I don’t say a word.
Mandy and Jordan look between me and Riley before they both blurt out the same question at the exact same time. “Is there something going on between you two?”
“Nope,” I say with a chuckle, and Riley sighs, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“Poor Katy couldn’t handle me if she tried,” he cheekily replies, resting his head on top of mine.
“Plus, he is a brother to me; we literally grew up in each other’s houses,” I remind Mandy and Jordan. Riley and I… It just isn’t like that.
“Right…” Jordan mutters and walks off with Mandy following behind him, tugging her short skirt down so her ass doesn’t pop out. Jordan grins at Mandy, and she steps a little closer as she laughs at something he said.
“Our dates are totally going to bang tonight, aren’t they?” I ask Riley, who grins down at me.
“Totally,” he replies and laughs. His laugh makes me feel better about ruining his night. The date was over for me the second the ghost sensed me, like they all do, and decided to try and get me to talk to him all night.
“We suck at dates,” I mumble, feeling guilty as I tuck a strand of my wavy blonde hair behind my ear.
“Well, I could have been sucked, but our ghost friend ruined that. What happened?” he replies, and I screw my face up.
“One, gross,” I mutter. “And two, the ghost just hovered in front of me throughout the whole movie, trying to pick popcorn out of my hair but failing. I couldn’t see the movie,” I explain. Riley leans down and picks some of the popcorn caught up in my curly blonde locks that bounce around everywhere. Dad likes to joke that he fell in love with my mum because of her curly blonde hair and how he could store his snacks in there and she wouldn’t know. I push my waist-length hair behind my back and out of Riley’s hand, sighing.
“That’s shit, Katy, has the ghost not moved on?” he asks me, looking around, not that he can see them. Sometimes the ghosts are strong enough that Riley can feel the coldness, the feel of death as I call it.
“There’s a light near him, but he doesn’t look at it like the ones who are going to move on,” I explain, as that’s really the only way to describe the light. Some ghosts have a light nearby, and many of them spend days staring at the light before going into it and disappearing. Others have a swirling black circle near them, and they are forever running from it. I gather the light is what some people call heaven, and the dark must be hell.
Or some version of it.
I think true hell is in the minds of the lost souls with nowhere to go…forever trapped, watching the world go by.
“You want to drive?” Riley asks, holding his keys in the air, the shiny Iron Man helmet keyring hanging inches away from my fingers. I won him that keyring when we were twelve and his dad took me, Riley and Riley’s younger sister to Blackpool.
That was the only good part of the trip…turns out Blackpool has a lot of ghosts.
“Really?” I snap the keys out of his hand and run through the car park, pressing the button to unlock the car doors. Riley’s red Land Rover sits in the corner of the lot, and I climb into the driver’s seat, messing with the seat height as Riley gets in. I love Riley’s car; it’s so much better than the tiny pink Mini Cooper that my parents got me.
I hate pink for starters, but I couldn’t tell my parents that. They went to so much effort to find me the car in the first place.
“See, I knew this would put a smile on your face,” Riley comments, knocking my shoulder with his, and I grin at him. Riley just gets me. I start the car up and change the gears as we leave the car park and head down the empty country road to home. The Lake District is beautiful, but it’s miles between anything out here. I leave my full beam lights on as Riley turns the radio station on, making me shift my eyes to his birthmark on his wrist, the one that looks like angel wings. I have one nearly exactly like it on the inside of my thigh, but mine is a lot bigger, taking up nearly all my thigh. Riley jokes that we were destined to be best friends, and who knows, maybe he was right.
“Are you going to ask Jordan out again?” Riley asks, relaxing back in his seat.
“Nope. We both are on summer break, but it’s nearly September,” I remind him. Riley has certainly had his summer fun, while I’ve been in my house, mainly reading. I think back to the book I left half read earlier today, a paranormal romance about—
“What book are you thinking about?”
“How do you know I was thinking about a book?”
“Because I know you, Katy—” Anything Riley was going to say is lost as the car harshly slams into something, and the world seems to slow down. With wide eyes, I grip the steering wheel tightly in my hand and scream as the car seems to float for a moment. In the silence, in the moment where I’m sure I’m floating, I reach for my best friend.
And then everything goes black.
Chapter 2
“She doesn’t scream like the others. How...fascinating.” A deep, albeit hazy, voice drifts to my ears as I lie in something hot, something burning me right down to my soul. I immediately open my eyes and try to sit up, but I can’t see anything except white light and I can’t move. A scream escapes my lips, even though I try to keep it in, as the pain extends from my back, all across my body until there is nothing but the feeling of fire in the pitch-black room. Within seconds the pain is gone, and I fall through the air, slamming solidly onto cold stone as light blasts into my eyes, making them hurt. I curl up, pulling my knees to my naked chest as I dart my eyes around the stone room I’m in. Strange white symbols that look like they are on fire are drawn into the stone around the room, and there must be thousands of them. Looking up, I see white fire in a ball above me, burning so brightly like a star. It’s beautiful, and I find myself staring at it like it can give me some answers to the hundreds of questions running around in my mind.
Was I inside that?
Where are my clothes?
Where the frigging hell am I?
The sound of wood dragging across stone makes me snap my gaze behind me as the only door to the room opens and a man in a white cloak steps in. He has waist-length, straight black hair that somehow doesn’t look feminine at all on him. His hazel eyes watch me under his thick black eyelashes, and I would guess he is in his thirties.
Wait, not a man.
An angel.
White fluffy wings hang off his shoulders, big enough to drop onto the floor behind him. He walks towards me and, to my surprise, sits down on the stone and offers me a white cloak with a pair of white shorts. I eye the clothes in his hands for only a moment before I take them, feeling the silky material under my hands. I carefully put the clothes on, pulling my hair out of the top of the cloak and tucking it around me as I sit still.
“Yes, angels exist, and in the world you grew up in, there was much magic around you,” the angel says first. No explanation to why I’m here, just a statement about there being more magical beings in the world other than me. I wonder if angels can see ghosts.
Lifting my gaze from the ground, I search his calm hazel eyes. “I can see angels exist, clearly...unless you are very good at making costumes. Why did you tell me that?”
“Usually that’s the first question everyone asks. Was it not going to be yours?” he enquires, tilting his head to t
he side, some amusement and interest in his expression.
When you see ghosts all the time, believing angels are real is nothing. But old habits die hard, so I don’t tell him that.
“I was going to ask who the hell you are and why you kidnapped me,” I state, crossing my arms. “If you are part of some cloak wearing cult group, you have the wrong person. I legit will be the worst member ever.”
To my surprise, he laughs, a soft laugh that makes me want to relax. I don’t though, I’m not stupid. “Young people, you do amuse me so.” He is still laughing, and I glare at him long enough that he clears his throat, a big smile still on his lips. “We did not kidnap you, and we are not a cult, Kaitlyn Lightson.”
“That’s exactly what a cult would say,” I point out, and it only seems to amuse him more. I arch an eyebrow, and he sighs, his smile dropping.
