Angels Of Elements by Angel92296 (best books to read for beginners TXT) 📖

put my hands up to my face.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” I asked him.
“I think I have a good idea,” he said chuckling. I laughed and pretended to swing at him. While he tried to dodge the punch, I spun and kicked him in the side. He stumbled from the surprise blow but nodded in satisfaction.
“Please don’t tell me you’re going to go soft because I’m a girl. That would only make me kick your behind twice as hard,” I said.
“A little birdie told me to never estimate my opponent when the opponent is you,” he said. I thought about what he said and nodded.
“Smart little birdie,” I said. He swung at me only catching the air and giving me a chance to punch fiercely at his ribs. He tried to grab me but in a back flip I managed to kick him in the chin. This made him laugh.
“The worst part of this is that I am actually trying to beat you,” he said grabbing for me again. I sidestepped him and he collided into the wall.
“You can’t just rely on your strength. Never forget your speed and the weakness of your opponent. Would you like to my weakness Marcel?” I asked.
“Sure. That might be helpful,” he said.
“Balance,” I said. “It’s hard to make certain strikes without the proper balance and I lose my balance a lot.”
“I find that hard to believe,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“You’re too graceful to not be able to keep your balance,” he said.
“That’s the illusion of combat. People never suspect the smallest of weaknesses in a great fighter,” I said folding my arms across my chest. “This is the only reason why I never lose a fight.”
“We’ll see about that,” he said and began swinging at me. I dodge and readied myself for my final attack. He was still swinging and I pushed at his arm with enough pressure to make him stumble a few feet back. When he came to swing at me again I grabbed his arm to keep from falling when I jumped and kicked him in the stomach. The blow sent him flying halfway across the floor and me rolling to the spiraling to the ground. I hopped up to see if he was still trying to attack but he was laying on the floor laughing. I walked up to him but didn’t stand too close to his arms or legs.
“Are you hurt?” I asked while he continued to laugh.
“No. I’m good,” he said.
“Are you ready for the next part?” I asked as he jumped to his feet.
“Sure,” he said. I motioned to the wall that hung all the sword and daggers.
“Choose your weapon,” I said watching him. His eyes blazed at the glistening blade that hung on the wall. A typical Nexona Angel’s reaction to weapons. He pulled his eyes from the weapons to look at me.

“Which one are you going to use?” he asked me.
“Well, the one over there with the blue sapphire in the hilt is my favorite,” I said pointing to the sword that hung between a bunch of axes and daggers. “But since this merely training, I’ll go a little lighter.”
“These are awesome,” he said walking to the wall and grabbing the twin blades that hung crossing each other at the blade. I nodded at his choice, not daring to mention that those were Cameron’s favorite weapons. As if I said his name out loud Marcel mentioned him.
“So, what’s with you and that guy Cameron?” he asked. I looked at the wall with deep concentration, choosing my blades carefully.
“We’re just friends,” I said grabbing a curved sword and touching the blade with caution.
“Didn’t seem like it yesterday,” Marcel said.
“Cameron has trust issues. He was only trying to protect me,” I said.
“Where do you stand in terms of my brother?” he asked. His words sent a chill running along my spine. I stopped the shiver that was about to take over me and shrugged.
“Both of you are strangers to me. I don’t remember that life,” I said twisting the sword in front of me. It made a hissing sound as it whipped through the air. The sound of feet descending down the stairs made me lower the sword in my hand. Kyle lingered at the last step glancing around the room. When his eyes met mine he gave me a shy smile.
“Alex and Cameron are here to see you,” he said glancing around the room again.
“We’ll be right up,” I said. He nodded and ran up the stairs.
“I guess this battle will have to wait then,” Marcel sighed.
“Like you had any chance of winning,” I laughed.
“You may have got me in combat but with a sword, I’m practically lethal,” he said.
“If you say so,” I said putting the sword back in its place, my fingering lingering on the hilt. I turned and faced Marcel.
“I’ll race you to the kitchen,” I said nodding toward the stairs. He place the weapons he had chosen back on its place on the wall.
“You’re on,” he said darting toward the tail but I cut in front of him leaping up the stairs. He tried to grab for me to slow my pace but ended up catching a arm full of air. I laughed as I turned into the kitchen. I came to a complete stop next to Marcos who handed me a mug of coffee. A few seconds later Marcel emerged from the room out of breath.
“I beat you in combat and a tiny race. What makes you think you can beat me in a sword fight?” I asked.
“You challenged her to a sword fight?” Marcos asked almost choking on his coffee. Marcel nodded, unable to use words.
“Where are the guys?” I asked Marcos.
“The family room but you have time to make yourself presentable,” he said looking me up and down. I rolled my eyes and sipped at my coffee.
“I’ll be right down,” I said dragging my feet slowly to my room. I placed my coffee mugs on the bedside table and grabbed some clothes for my shower. I ran the water and got in the shower. The heat of the water relaxed me. I shut the water off and wrapped a towel around me. I dressed quickly and headed downstairs. Alex was sitting on the couch next to Cameron was talking to Kyle. Alex smiled and stood up when he saw me.
“Hey Alex,” I said wrapping a arm around his small waist.
“Hey Serena,” he said in his beautiful accent. “I heard the situation. What can I do to help?”
“You would have to talk to Marcos. I’m just the locator,” I said. He chuckled and let me go. I went to sit next to Kyle but Cameron grabbed me by the waist and pulled me next to him.
“Good morning,” he said securing his grip around me.
“Good morning,” I said trying to twist out of his arms. I gave up and looked up at Alex who was watching with amusement and sympathy. “Alex, where’s Isabelle?”
“I believe she is in the kitchen with Marcos and one called Marcel?” he asked.
“Let me go now,” I glared at Cameron.
“Why? I’m only going to follow you,” he said. I hit his hands and he let me go. I walked out the room with Cameron at my heels. I entered the kitchen. Marcel was cleaned up and was sipping on a cup of coffee. Isabelle was sitting across from him next to Marcos.
“Hey Isabelle,” I said walking to her side. She looked exactly like Alex. She kissed me on the cheek and wrapped her arm over my shoulder.
“Why haven’t you stopped by the house? Alex is driving me crazy with his guy friends. It’s like those guys never go home,” she said shaking her head in disbelief. Her English accent was just as beautiful as Alex’s.
“Sorry. I’ve been a bit busy lately,” I said.
“And like my house, you’re surrounded by a whole bunch of boys. How do you do it?” she asked.
“This is new to me and that’s why I am so happy you’re here,” I said giving her waist a light squeeze. Marcel cleared his throat and I looked up at him.
“Am I that bad to be around?” he asked.
“Not at all but I am a girl. I don’t like being the only female in a circle of guys. It’s weird,” I said.
“How about we go somewhere more private then,” Cameron said wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He kissed my neck and pushed him away from me. I noticed that Marcel’s eyes dropped down to the table as he stirred his coffee.
“Touch her again and I will make sure you won’t be able to use your hands again,” Isabelle said noticing my discomfort.
“That’s cold Belle,” Cameron said. He leaned beside me on the table.
“When are you two going to get back to practice?” Marcos asked speaking for the first time since I walked in.
“It’s up to Marcel,” I said. The sound of his name must have pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Later on tonight,” he said. I nodded.
“You’re training with this guy?” Cameron asked picking an apple from the basket.
“He has a name and yes, I am training with him. Grow up Cameron,” I said turning and heading out the kitchen.
“Serena, wait!” Isabelle called after me but I was already gone. The sound of Isabelle’s familiar black boots followed me into my room. I sat on my bed glaring at the wall. Isabelle leaned casually in the doorway of my room staring at me.
“Why do you hang around that idiot?” she asked, her accent thick with hatred.
“He was a good friend,” I said.
“He’s a pig. That’s what he is,” she said. “What do you think of Marcel?”
“He’s a nice guy. Flirtatious at first but a nice guy in general never the less. Why?” I asked.
“I think he likes you,” she said walking to sit next to me.
“That’s kind of awkward considering in some point in my past I was engaged to his brother. His brother doesn’t seem to like me all that much but I can’t be held accountable for the past. Especially if it’s a past I don’t remember, can I?” I asked. She thought about it for a second and nodded.
“What happened in the past is something he can’t blame you for. I won’t let him,” she said. I laughed as she stiffened like a soldier. “But seriously, Marcel likes you. Did you see the way he looked down when Cameron put his disgusting claws around you?”
“Yes, I noticed but I’m not ready to jump into a relationship. I have too much to think about already,” I said hopping up off the bed.
“You hang around Marcos a tad too much,” she said shaking her head. A knock on my opened door made us look up in alarm. Angelo was standing there with his hands tuck tightly in his jeans pocket.
“I’ll see you in the library,” Isabelle said giving me a quick hug before sliding past Angelo and out of sight. I turned my back to face him, fumbling with a strand of my hair. I heard the door silently close and I turned to see that Angelo was sitting in a chair looking at me as if he wanted to tell me something but couldn’t quite word it correctly.
“Did you need to talk to me about something?” I asked folding my arms across my chest.
“I honestly don’t know. I went where my feet led me and here I am,” he said.
“Your brother is waiting