Air-strip Angel Novelas e Histórias

I turn to see a surprised Ted. "I think you're looking for her," Ted whispers and motions me to the other side of the gym. Angel stands there, now changed into spandex shorts and a crop tank top. She is focusing on her phone, and now I understand why Ted looks so surprised. Her tanned and sexy belly is showing, and I can see her two little abs. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail. Unwillingly, my mouth waters while I look at her. She is fucking sexy as hell.

Angel said, smiling. “She deserves to be happy” Angel whispered nodding towards Tiana who was throwing daggers at Angel in turn. I rolled my eyes, grabbing the drunken Tiana by her waist and walking towards my suite. One last glance at Angel, I noticed she was barefoot with a jug of water in her hand and a shy smile on her face. She noticed my nervousness but gestured, zipping her lips, nodding to take care of the drunken Tiana.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Blood welled up quickly, bright against the pale skin of my hand. The girl who had slammed into me stepped forward. Angel. Mid-tier judging by the crest stitched into her sleeve. Her pale wings shifted slightly behind her as she crouched down in front of me. Up close I could see the smug curve of her mouth. “Well look at that,” she said lightly. Her voice was just loud enough for the crowd around us to hear. “The little Raven stray can bleed after all.” More laughter rippled through the courtyard. She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice just enough that only I could hear the next words.

“I hate to spoil this reunion of yours, but I’m still here. We still fight to settle.” The Weaver motioned his hand and the Stray rushed forward. The angel was quick to pick Amilia up and dodged the punch the Stray threw. It was a strong attack and it left a crack on the apartment’s floor. Amilia did her best not to think of the cost of the repairs after this. “Do you trust me?” asked the angel. Amilia looked at him. He was looking at her with determination. She nodded her head. What choice do I have?

************** AT THE STRIPPER CLUB Crystal pov I hate my life. I hate my job. Why me?? Why is my life so miserable? I don't know who my father is, and the only person I have in this world is also in a coma. My life just keeps getting worse everyday. Why do I have to live like this??. " Crystal, crystal. " Someone called my name. I quickly wiped my tears. "Yes angel." I answered. Angel is the club manager. "Crystal get ready faster, Damien Montenegro is here". She giggled excitedly.

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

Angel's voice dripped with disdain as she gestured towards the chaos below. " You're sick, Angel! Let Ava go! " Alex's words were laced with anger, his fists clenched in frustration. Angel chuckled darkly, " Oh, but Alex, you know it's not that simple. She's part of my plan, just like you are " Without warning, Angel lunged at Alex, their struggle intensifying on the rooftop. Meanwhile, Black, positioned strategically, assessed the situation, preparing to cover Alex's escape with Ava. In a swift move, Alex managed to disarm Angel, but the standoff was brief. Angel's cunning was matched only by her unpredictability. With a desperate push, Alex managed to disengage and make a daring leap onto

Angel said. That made Bella smile, she knew the guards had a strict rule, no matter how often they saw a face, the stripper always had to give consent before they could come in. That protocol had undeniably saved them so many times. Angel knew that, but would still make a fuss every single time, the name did suit her … Angel. She had beautiful blonde silver dyed hair, her eyes were a perfect kind of big, with beautiful blue orbs.

Azrael opined. Nae glances at her and said, “Why? You don’t say awful things about your brothers?” Azrael said nothing. They entered a strip club, and Azrael notices that the customers were all females. She turned to a stage where a girl in thongs, wearing angel wings, is dancing on a pole. “Wow. I’m offended.” Azrael said sarcastically, Nae laughed when she caught what she means. Azrael glared when someone passed by her and bites her lips as if flirting with her. The girl was obviously still a teenager.