Donum Do Angelus. 3
Chapter 3 Wesley straightened his collar while looking in the mirror. “You know, there’s a certain…mystique about the priesthood. A panache, if you…
Chapter 3 Wesley straightened his collar while looking in the mirror. “You know, there’s a certain…mystique about the priesthood. A panache, if you…
Chapter 2 If joy seemed to lift its spirits in the air; then sorrow weighted it down, making the air at the convent…
Title: Donum Do Angelus Author: Nickle Posted: Rating: R Email Category: adventure and angst, with a touch of humor. c’mon, it’s…
Part 8 Cordy tugged her jacket off as she meandered through her apartment….sighing a little at the tingle of cool air that wafted…
Part 7 There was sweating like a pig, there was flop-sweat, and there was Mr. Blevins. He raised perspiring to a whole new…
Part 6 Would this night never ever end? Cordelia closed her eyes and breathed out heavily, feeling the weight of the last two…
Part 5 Cordelia awoke slowly, groggily. She felt cold, and her head pounded as if someone was beating on it with a mallet….
Part 4 Fred tidied the books. She lined them up neatly, and dusted them off, and arranged the astral physics section first by…
Part 3 “So……having a good time in Vegas?” Angel’s voice was low. Cordy caught her breath at the flash of gold she must…
Part 2 “AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” The scream went on and on, and stopped abruptly as Cordelia slapped a hand over her mouth. Frozen, she looked…