Novels by Angel

"I... I'll break up with him," Anna's voice cracked, tears spilling freely as she fought to maintain eye contact with Sandro.Her hands trembled. Across the cold, polished dining table, Alessandro stared at her. The crystal chandeliers above them glinted like ice, casting sharp shadows that only deepened the silence.“Good one, kitten,” he said coolly, flicking ash from his cigarette. “I won’t stop you. Do whatever the hell you want. Just don’t make it look like I pushed you into it. I don’t give a damn about your little toy.”“I won’t. I’m sorry for—”“Don’t feel sorry in front of me,” he cut her off, voice flat. “Eat.”She nodded silently, focusing on the food in front of her even though she couldn’t taste a thing.Her appetite was gone.“Can I ask a favor?” she whispered. “Please… can I go alone? I don’t want company. Just this once.”He didn’t respond.He only stared.---Alessandro stood by the tall window in his wing, cigarette between his fingers, watching as Anna walked down t

11AMThe room was dimly lit. Rain tapped against the windowpane in a rhythmic whisper. A figure sat curled on the couch, shivering.“Here.”Caspian draped a blanket over her. Jenny pulled it tight around her, a small smile curling her lips as he settled into the chair opposite her, arms folded.“What were you doing in the rain?” he asked. “Why’d you show up at my house this late?”Jenny sniffled. “I had business nearby. I didn’t know it’d rain... I had nowhere else to go.”Caspian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.“Why don’t you start behaving like a lady? What kind of woman wanders around at night alone?”“Hey,” she whined, pouting. “I’m gonna catch a cold. Quit yelling at me.”He stood, walked over, and flicked her forehead.“Ow!” she winced.He chuckled and walked off, returning shortly with a shirt. “Go change before you freeze completely.”Jenny glared at him but took the shirt and disappeared into the bathroom.When she returned, Caspian froze.She looked beautiful. His sh

"Leon...ardo," she whispered, desperation tightening her voice. She clawed at his hands, nails digging into his skin."You are mine, Anna. Mine to crush. Mine to ruin. Mine only!" he snarled, his grip on her neck tightening with every word."Please..." she gasped, tears streaking down her cheeks.Something in her voice cracked him. His eyes softened just slightly as her tears met his gaze. Then, as if yanked back to reality, he released her. He stumbled back and collapsed to the floor, his chest heaving, tears slipping from his eyesHer breath hitched. Tears spilled over.“Please—”He growled and yanked her closer, his forehead pressing against hers, their mouths barely apart.“You let him kiss you while I was on the phone.”“He—he forced me—”“You moaned for him.”She shook her head violently. “No. No, I didn’t want it—he just—he took control, Leo, I swear—”“You didn’t hang up.”“I was scared!”He let go. Just like that. Released her neck, and she collapsed forward into his chest, c

Marianna shut her eyes, her breath hitching as Sandro’s mouth closed around her breast, his fingers kneading her like she belonged to him.“Anna? Are you okay?” Leo’s voice came through the speaker, threaded with concern.“Y-yeah... I’m fi—ne,” she stammered, forcing her lips together, trying to swallow the moan that rose in her throat.“You sound weird. Are you sick?” Leo pressed.Sandro raised his head, eyes glittering with amusement. He brought his lips close to her ear.“Are you really okay?” he echoed Leo mockingly—loud enough for him to hear.Leo’s tone sharpened. “Who the hell is that?”Marianna’s throat went dry. Sweat trickled down her spine.“N-no one,” she whispered. Her body trembled, not just from fear—but from the helpless war raging inside her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. But most of all, she wanted to hide.Sandro tilted his head. “Let it out, kitten,” he whispered darkly, and with a sudden sweep of his arm, sent everything on the desk crashing to the floo

~~~ DARK DOMAIN – 5:00 PM ~~~~~~ TRAINING ROOM ~~~The thudding of fists against leather echoed through the training room like war drums.Scylla’s knuckles slammed into the heavy bag again and again—ferocious, relentless. Sweat streamed down her temples, clinging to her jawline, but she didn’t care. The sting in her arms, the fire in her chest—none of it was enough. She needed pain. She needed to feel something real, something that could distract her from everything boiling beneath the surface.Another punch. Another hit. Another ghost silenced.She didn’t stop until the footsteps came.Slow. Measured. Close.She spun on instinct, fist flying toward the intruder’s face—but he ducked, just in time.“Whoa.” Fire’s voice broke through the tension, his hands raised as he straightened up, barely missing her strike.“Fire,” she hissed, lowering her hand, but not the heat in her glare. Her eyes were sharp and distant—like a blade left in the cold.“Hey.” He gave a small, tentative smile as

The biting cold seemed to seep into Marianna's bones, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was his presence that sent shivers down her spine.His aura seemed to radiate an icy chill, making it impossible to distinguish between the external temperature and the frostiness emanating from him. The hallway, though dimly lit, felt like a tunnel of fear, closing in on her with every step he took. The overhead chandelier flickered slightly, casting long, wavering shadows across the marble floor that mirrored her dread.As he stepped closer, Marianna's instincts screamed for her to flee, but he blocked her path. He didn’t have to say a word—his presence alone was suffocating. His cold, piercing eyes seemed to bore into her very soul as he grasped her hand roughly, dragging her back before pinning her against the wall.The impact knocked the wind out of her. Her hands immediately reached to push him away, but he was like a wall—unmovable. His body caged her in, a trap of flesh and fury