Angel And Devil In Love Novels & Stories

Chapter - 3 Angelina's POV - I looked at the man who opened the door. He was the same man who came and informed me that I'll be sitting here in hell. He was also a handsome man, he might be 22 or 23. His face was a cute one unlike Dean's which is just handsome and terrifying. I got down from the car and was speechless seeing the view in front of me. It was a magnificent mansion more like a castle. I always dreamed of living in such a mansion but I never thought I would be able to live in it. I was so busy in admiring the mansion that I didn't notice the man staring at me.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Leah felt as if there were two little beings fighting inside her mind – an angel and a devil. The devil whispered in her ear, tempting her, "Come on! Are you not a woman? Your crush is lying there, begging you to go for it, and yet you hesitate?" The angel gently nudged her, saying, "If you do this, you'll be no better than Audrey!" The devil shrugged off the angel's words, "This is a golden opportunity! If you give up now, you'd be a fool!" The angel spoke earnestly, "Doing this will only give you his body, not his true affection!"

"Shit, Fiorella, what have you done to me? "Shit, Fiorella, what have you done to me? This angel descended from heaven to receive pleasure at the hands of the Devil, but it is the Devil who is falling for her charms; it is me who is getting lost in that angel's gaze.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Sebastian lifts her, helping her higher until she is firmly supported only by his body. His shaft impales her when the first loud moan escapes her mouth. He profoundly stares into her eyes; there is no sharp gaze or an amber eye. There is no guilt, and lust brushes against her face with pure love and tenderness. And suddenly, responding to an impulsive, alien thought that hunts his mind, he plunges out of her, dropping her to her feet again. “I am sorry. I can't.” he turns his back, letting the shower burn against his skin.

the device tried again. “Cristiano, that's the devil's alluring voice. Do not succumb to it again, my son. Be steadfast ”, Azrael whispered to his human and crushed the filigree thing in his fist. Safe was safe. “Yes Lord, I'll do anything, Lord. I will be steadfast, I will not disappoint you, sir ”, Cristiano replied quickly, with a fanatical twinkle in his eyes looking up at the supposed angel. Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote:

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.