Air-strip Angel Novels & Stories

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

My Angel. A small smile made it across my lips at the thought of my little Angel as I made my way in. But my smile was soon replaced by a frown when I saw Angel lying on the ground, unconscious. "ANGEL!"

She exercised almost every day and when she gave birth to our baby girl, she was comfortable with her body. Fast forward three years later and here we are. I was standing at the altar waiting for my bride. A lot has happened since Jackson was born. We found out that he was an angel like Ava, which was extremely rare considering that angels were only born every century. I looked over to my son as he sat with Katie and her kids. He had a bright smile on his face as he played with Katie's daughter. My attention focused at the end of the aisle when the song came on. My breath hitched in my throat when Ava came into view looking absolutely breathtaking. She was as beautiful as ever and my eyes se

Only the sound of vibration echoed around the field. “Then I will give you something that I never showed to anyone either.” Angel said and his body bones began to make a cracking sound then the next thing that Mira knew, she was up in the sky. Angel managed to kick her up to the sky but not that high since he appeared behind her and gave his crescent kick.

MIA I loved the spin! Every second of moving around was an euphoria that was simply explosive. By the time the glass was lowered to the ground, I knew it was just time to exist in it, letting these civilian men fawn over me. Because Mr Devil's back was turned to me, there wasn't a need to look his way anymore. I shifted my gaze when the strippers were announced. Their entrance was captivating. They wore white with Angel wings, and dropped from the ceiling down the pole.

Now the stampede that had gone where trumping back. Feral felt his spine run cold at the sight of hundreds of angels, four-winged, five-winged spread forth their wings within the sky as they speedily besieged them. His knees buckled slightly as the horror approached but he was a step faster and directly slammed the door closed. They had to escape. NOW!

END OF FLASH BACK Angel punched the glass. be was sick and tired of playing this game of give and take, one where he always seemed to lose, He was tired of losing, first he lost his parents affection, then he lost Latifa and now he had lost Aracely, soon he may even lose Ariel, He should have stayed that day! He shouldn't have left her! Now, Now the wrong people had her, He didn't know who Adrian was, but Angel knew Adrian was the son of Tania and Tania was Aracely's enemy, Tania was a monster, Tania, Tania was his mother's friend and his mother as hell bent of getting rid of Aramide. FLASH BACK

The day I'll have to kill him, the killer of my father. Currently, I've the opportunity to strike him but unfortunately, today is April 1st. I'll keep waiting until... My name is Angelina Trump, a sex maniac and a stripper. That's my profession. "Oh yeah, bring it on, call me slut. I love that. Harder!"

Her physique was so perfect, her up the knee mini skirt did no justice to enveloping her perfectly sexy thighs. Her almost pale skin colour matching her choice of suit left Lucian wondering if she knew what she was doing with all of that dressing and choices. Lucian had seen so many beautiful women since his stay on Earth, but nobody told him Angels lived freely around too. Lucian had his mind going haywire at the sight of this woman that had such impact on him. He dropped his pen and rested his back on his chair, tilting his head up and spinning the chair gently sideways as he kept on feeding his eyes.

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!