Alastor X Angel Dust Fanart Novels & Stories

Logan replied quickly. Angel turned her face away, squeaking after successfully guessing Logan's evil intentions, she let go of Logan's hand and walked towards the balcony window. Roughly opening the curtain and opening the balcony window, her fingers quickly walked towards the bedside table. Pulling out a cardboard box, taking out a roll of nicotine and burning it quickly. She inhaled hard then exhaled the smoke from her cigarette high. Disgusted, so disgusted and extremely disgusted to see Logan. The man was still in her room, but Angel's evil mind could not hold back the urge to hit, and break Logan's head by banging the man's head against the wall.

The Angel's eyes were not seen no more, only his evil smirk for he covered it with his hood again. "You are a liar," he grunted. "You all are!" he flashes a smile. "I am going to be waiting for all of you, watching you. And either what you'll accomplish, you will fall in an awful adventure." Amorivia didn't know what to feel. The Angel has been gone for quite some minutes now but her legs were still soft. What if she chose to be with him? Will those lonely eyes of him be replaced with something? And when she gets back to the Lost boy, should she tell him that what she thought was Peter is the Angel?

“Only because Lucifer is not a pervert like you. He doesn’t like girls with fake boobs and butt.” “Hahahahaha! Well, I don’t think that’s the only reason..” He said, meaningfully. “Could you just shut up and do your job so we could already accomplish this damn cake?!” “Aye aye, Ma’am!” I rolled my eyes at him and started reading the steps again. There’s no way that Lucifer would actually fall in love with Angela. And besides, Angela doesn’t like him too. She dumped Rafael and now, this perverted moron is telling me that she will probably try to hook up with my prince?! That’s not possible!

I could feel my body shaking as my hand held into his thigh. “If you drop that folder, Anj, we will stop.” I groaned, clutching the folder tighter while my fingernails dug into the skin of his thigh as we moved faster, making a perfect rhythm together until I reached another beautiful orgasm. “My god, not stopping is dying, right?” I asked after catching my breath. He chuckled. “Open the folder, Anj.” I laughed and cried. “If I worked with you, we’d get poor if we always do this, Sky,” I said, flipping the folder open. It was the newest brand for Absolute Glam, and I could not believe what I was reading. “You’re naming the new brand Angela?”

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

The place was illuminated with a soft, radiant light, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Surrounding the waterfall, a multitude of angels with various hair colors could be seen. They flew gracefully in the air, their movements harmonious and filled with grace. Some perched on rocks and branches near the water's edge, while others dived playfully into the pool, creating ripples of light and reflections that danced on the surface. Khione turned to her daughter with a gentle smile as they beheld this wondrous place. "This... is the ancestral plane of angels." Kaerlia's eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon the countless angels inhabiting this celestial haven, each one radiant and unique. Sh

Was this a mistake? Ash pushed the thoughts away and continued through the large gate, taking hold of the cold, metal bars. A rush of heat flushed his face as he passed the threshold, revealing the expansive, apocalyptic skies of Hell. Buildings on the outskirts of the castle were worn and bricks blew away to dust. It was clear no souls had lived in these houses for centuries. The earth had taken back many of the building left standing, dark vines split concrete siding. Ashton's hair stood on end at every creak as he pushed forward, soon reaching the inner workings of the town. Despite a few side glances from passing demons, he wasn't given any trouble. The angel passed by small colorful sho

says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice. “Go get some ice and fill the tub,” Devlin orders, completely snubbing Dustin's suggestion. “Brother…” “Fuck it, Dustin! Hurry,” he yells, voice loud and severe. “I’m not losing this bargain,” softly, “I’ve looked everywhere for you. I’ve had to absorb hell damned souls than yours to find yours. You are the unluckiest person I know, Ria, and that is special. Trust me. Everything you touch breaks, everything handed to you rots or withers away and it is not by choice, it is how you were created. No wonder you don’t believe in angels, God.” He is rubbing little circles on my forehead, talking so lowly like singing a lullaby to send me to sleep.

Kaden hurriedly spoke gathering himself to stand up, I could see a trail of his blood sliding down the side of his arm. "Poor couple, can't even have a last hug before the ultimate goodbye," Alistair faked a sound of pity, walking closer to me and grabbing my arm to force me to my feet. "Don't touch her you fucking bastard!" Kaden shouted and this made a laugh tear from his throat. "Careful Kaden Moretti, shouting won't get to anywhere," He chuckled, "But your one move could make your Angel reach somewhere you will never be able to get her back from."