Novel & Cerita Amor De Angel

he assured her in a whisper as she started to cry. "Promise?" "I promise." "Even if I try to consume you?" Veronica said, her words suddenly in a feverish rush, "Because that's what demons do. We take and we take, and we never give anything back. I'd own you until I've exhausted all of you and then I'll move on to the next. That is how we love, LJ. And because you are an angel, the purest I have ever known, you will not mind. You will give me everything--"

There was a sense of curiosity that he wanted to ask, but he felt that it was impossible to ask a question at this point. But there was one other thing that made her curious besides the questions she wanted to ask. Ardina looked seriously at Rail's face. She was curious about the real form of angels, according to her mother's story, angels are creatures that have never experienced self-aging. The skin is very smooth, soft, and shiny. It is from her mother's story that she knows what an angel looks like. And now, she is in the presence of the Angel of Death. Paying close attention to the face of the very handsome angel. Without realizing it, Ardina's hand was near Rail's face, but she didn't

the demon itself. “What the fuck do you want, Mr. Hunter?” I said, groaning in frustration. “You, my Angel '' he whispered softly. I gritted my teeth angrily, shoving him but failing miserably. He gave me a smirk glare, “Darling, would you go on a date with me?” he asked, throwing his charms at me. I was awed at his look, because any woman would fall on her knees for just his touch, his looks, but but, I am not any woman. I am Angel Rose, the lonely soul on this Earth who has no worries in the universe to take care of. I need only my checks, to pay my bills. I have no one to look after and no one to look after me. I am what I am. A free birdy. I am happy the way I am. I wasn’t afraid of any

She's still in that backless dress. "I don't love you, just leave me Bastard!" she wiggled with all her strength making him chuckle by his useless efforts. Grabbing her jaw harshly he made her look at him. "Amara Rivers, stop playing dumb. I know that you're desperate for me." He spoke tightening his hold and her eyes flared red in rage. She hated the word desperate. She despised it to the core. "Do you think I'm dumb enough not to know about your lov- I mean lust for me?" He added making her go numb. She just forgot how to breathe for a second as she stared at him in pure shock. What did he just say? Lust?

“H-Huh?” “It’s been five years already. Five years have passed, five years without communication, five years without seeing each other but we still ended up with each other. We have already encountered so many struggles, so many problems, we broke up, make up, there were so many times that I made you cry, I hurt you. I can’t promise to be perfect and that I wouldn’t be able to hurt your feelings anymore. But all that I can promise is that I will love you for the rest of my life, and I will never ever leave you again.” He said as he knelt down on the ground. “Angela, you’re the only one that I want to spend the rest of my life with, you are the only one that I want to have beside me when shit

Everything around Arya was hazy and the only thing her brain could focus on was getting more pleasurs from what Juan was doing to her, but it seemed like he preferred to watch her ache for more and like he loved hearing her beg. "Please," she cried for the hundredth time, chest heaving up and down. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing her clit until her body arched up, desperate for more. Every moan, every tremble of her thighs made him go slower, like he was savoring every reaction, memorizing the way she came undone under his touch. "Angel..." he murmured against her heat, the sound vibrating through her body. “So fucking sweet.” She gasped when he sucked harder, her finge

She turned. “You’re my auntie now?” Amara smiled. “If you want me to be.” Angel nodded seriously. Then she ran and hugged Amara’s legs. Amara’s hand rested on Angel’s braids. She looked at me over Angel’s head. “Thanks a lot, Amara, but please, I would like your contact,” I asked softly. “Of course,” she replied. --- Later, in the car, Angel fell asleep with her head against the window. The beads clicked gently with every bump.

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.