Novels by Lexi Shepherd

Azrael notices that the boys are quite enjoying their job at the club. Ouriel loves socializing and there he can use his skills on talking unlimited. Rad loves girls and he can definitely bait one and Rogziel has been heady for liquors since it was invented so the club is the right place for him. When the boys went out, Azrael decided to clear her thoughts and breathe some fresh air before figuring out what to do to cure her boredom, “Boo!” Gabriel said when he caught Azrael outside the house sitting in the stairs while smoking a cigarette.“What the hell!” Azrael cried out and when she saw Gabriel she slaps his shoulders. She killed the smoke from her cigarette and turned to him, “I thought you left.” she blurted right away and drank from her coffee cup that she ordered using an app in Yerach’s phone.“But I haven’t.” he replied playfully.“Why?” Azrael returned.“Because…” Gabriel stated and left Azrael hanging for a moment and said, “I’m the owner of my own time.” and then he laugh

Ouriel catches up at Azrael outside the building. She was stomping her feet as she and Ouriel walks up to a bus that will pass by Beverly Hills, the two of them never commuted or rode a public transit from before but none of them brought their cars so instead of walking, they settled on the shuttle, “You shouldn’t have said that.” Ouriel started when he and Azrael was already on their seats. In front of them was two old men reading newspapers.“What?” Azrael asked as if she don’t know what he is talking about.“You said it smugly. You sounded like he owed you his whole existence.” Ouriel said in a low voice because a woman sat beside him.“Well, doesn’t he? If I let him die in that accident, he wouldn’t be here living like Captain America wanting to save the world.” Azrael said sarcastically.“You told me, it wasn’t his time yet?” Ouriel queried. Azrael rolled her eyes and Ouriel realizes that it was only Azrael who wants him alive. Ouriel doesn’t have any idea if it’s against the rul

Azrael recollected the last time she saw Carter, and because she doesn’t have a sharp mind as sharp as Ouriel’s, she can’t recall the exact year but she counted it was already fifteen years by now. Azrael and Ouriel sat beside each other in Carter’s dining table while Carter stared at both of them. He heaves a sigh and said, “Oh God, I thought I was going crazy.” his British accent was still there as Azrael recalled it.Now she knew that she should always follow her guts. The moment she saw Carter’s face she knew he hasn’t grow old. Well, according to his natal records he was now 27, but he looks like he hasn’t aged a day since he turned 20. Chestnut hair, honey brown eyes, ivory skin and a very thin lips.He really looks like a boy who just graduated from high school, not because he was a bit short but because of his so much younger face. Have humans already invented the formula of immortality? Ouriel raised an eyebrow at Carter. Both he and Azrael don’t know how to explain their exi

“I can’t believe that the human world teaches you to wear costumes.” Azrael said as she pulled on her white polka dot blouse. She was wearing a blue denim pants, a lace up sweater, a pink cardigan and a brown Chelsea boots. Her hair was in a tight ponytail. She has also a blue floral backpack hanging in her back. They were walking down the streets of W. Temple and were heading to Downtown Magnets High School. And both of them were dressed up as a high school student. Ouriel was also wearing his shirt from earlier, denim pants, sneakers and a varsity jacket from the school they were heading. Azrael didn’t know where Ouriel got their clothes, “Are you sure this was all clean? After we finish this mission I’m already itching.” she said while pulling the sleeves of her cardigan. “Of course it is clean, and we have to rub our shoulders with the students that’s why we have to be dressed like this.” he said as a group of teenagers watched him as he walked. And Azrael heard… “Oh my God, h

Days have passed and Azrael hid in the house in order not to see Jaoqium. She just stayed at home, never wanting to go out because she didn’t want to see him again. She wouldn’t admit that she enjoyed his company. And for her it was the worst thing, that she forgets who he really was, how she hated him, and how she wanted to get a hold of his life before. When she said it to Remiel the only thing she said was, “You’re not afraid of him, you just didn’t want to call yourself a hypocrite.” Maybe Remiel was right. She would be a total hypocrite if one day she’d just shoved all her bad ideas about Jaoqium. Remiel would asked her to go out but she just wanted to stay at the mansion, sat down, read, eat and repeat. When Yerach would pass by her he would say, “You’re such a pig.” One thing Azrael noticed while staying at home is that Rogziel was distant to Yerach and to almost all of them except for Ouriel. She thought maybe there was some argument between them and she didn’t want to ask R

“Are you a gangster?” Azrael said. She notices that Jaoqium’s earring on his right ear was similar with the silver chains he has on his suit. “Do I look like a gangster?” Jaoqium replied as he stopped the engine of his car. They were already outside Gabriel’s mansion in Beverly Hills. “Now you look like a psychiatrist, because you’re answering my questions with questions.” Azrael said sarcastically as she unbuckled her seat belt. Jaoqium was quick to open the door for her. “I don’t know; I haven’t met one.” he said blankly. “Well, you seem pretty adjusted.” Azrael said while watching him. “I’m not anyone you thought I was.” he said and propped his hands on his waist. Azrael stood straight and faced him. “I haven’t noticed you left your party early.” she said, she was quite shocked no one has tried to look for him when he went missing to his own party. He dodged his face on Azrael, making her lean back and whispered, “I hate people.” Azrael looked up at him and pushed him sligh