Alice Angel Vore Novels & Stories

‘MC Royale. I think this is the place.’ Mariko looked up at the tall building in front of her and read the signage. She went inside and asked the receptionist on what floor the CEO had located. She immediately went up to the 20th floor and headed toward the room of the CEO. The executive assistant greeted her as soon as she arrived at the 20th floor. “I came to see Miss Orianna McCartney. I’m Agent Angel.” She introduced herself using her codename and told the secretary about her intention to come in.

Hi everybody! If you are reading this then either you stumbled upon this story or you decided to give this story a chance. And if you did either of them, then WELCOME! I hope you like this story! <3 SUMMARY: Angela Woodson; perky, buoyant and an innocent seventeen year old, who lives to make others smile. She's the kind of girl who can only love. She overlooks the bad in a person and always sees the good in him. She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer.

I asked, starting to list the usual tropes Alphas would have in these sorts of books. “Well, not quite...,” she answered awkwardly. “I think he had a lot of personal problems that aren’t really for me to speak on.” “Is he cursed? Broken hearted? Vengeful of a painful event that now consumes his drive to keep going? Hated by those he feels closest to? Bound by an oath to keep a secret that eats away at him inside?” “W-what? What are you talking about?” Hazel asked, blinking in shock as I rambled everything off at once like a mad woman.

I could feel my heart pounding hard inside my chest and my hands trembling as I slowly took the pictures from the envelope. There was only one CCTV in the area, only in the place where she asked the taxi driver to stop. I breathed out in dismay when the quality of the pictures was not good. The last picture focused on her face when she looked up, facing the camera. My heart skipped a beat, seeing her face. Olivia was right. Angela is an angel. I was not dreaming that night, and I was sure now she did not bewitch me into thinking I was with a beautiful woman. I must find Angela with no last name because of two things she has stolen from me. My heart. My life.

But I know an angel who is the complete opposite of that. Her name is Angel Salt. She's not popular in the way that everyone loves her. She's popular in the way that everyone knows her. Everyone knows to stay on her good side. Because hurting people is one of the things she loves to do most. And she does it with a smile on her face. Every single time. No one questions her. No one confronts her. No one even looks at her wrong. Because her mother is the Alpha witch. My dad's personal witch. The most powerful witch in our pack. Maybe in any pack.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

“Infinity Poison Resistance! Infinity Protection! Infinity Divine Power!” Alice looked at Azrael and the unconscious Angelo at the back of the Flaming Lion King and also cast a spell to protect them from the poisonous smoke. She pulled Azrael and kissed him. Then she said, “Azrael, stay above the ground with Angelo. Fly upward with your spirits and don’t step on the ground unless I say so. Stay away from the devil slime, okay?” Azrael frowned, and his forehead creased. He was about to react when Alice looked at him seriously. He sighed and nodded. Then he got in the back of the Flaming Lion King with Angelo, then flew higher. He could see what was happening below him.

Alice POV Sometimes your own fate plays a trick on you, gives you false hope, shows a beautiful illusion of a perfect picture called life. Promising future. Fairy tales become true and then...... Whoop! The spell broke and so is your heart. Exactly what happened to me. *** I, Alice Michaelson, the most powerful hybrid in the entire realm. Fucking queen of werewolves and Lycans’ realm, Entalia. But At this moment — I’m nothing. Nothing in front of him. Him- Devil. My personal devil from hell.

“Velyss. A lethal virus. Once it enters your bloodstream, it shuts down every organ in seconds.” “No,” I rasped. “Now, inject yourself with it. I want to watch you die by your own hand, so Alec will never forget it was you who gave up.” “No!” I shook my head. She grabbed Eloise. “Do it now or watch me drill a whole in your daughter's head.” My heart sank. “You're evil, Angelina.” She laughed. “Who cares? You have ten seconds. One. Two. Three. Four. Five...”

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"