Angel Angel Dust Novels & Stories

He looked almost like he had been petrified in stone. Karl enthusiastically introduced me. "Dad, this is my girlfriend and your future daughter-in-law. She's beautiful and adorable, isn't she? "Her name's Lindsey Hawthorn. We were classmates back in the day. "Babe, this is my dad, Eric Buckley. He's a total beast at making money, and one day, it'll all be ours!" he finished off with a laugh.

“Fuck me, you smell so sweet. I bet you taste as sweet as you smell. Should we find out?” She didn’t say anything, but her eyes widened; all I could see was lust. “Hmm?” I rubbed my nose against her jaw and traced my lips along it up to her ear. I sucked her earlobe, and her breath hitched, making me smile. “Would you let me taste you, Angel?” My fingers drifted beneath her skirt, the darkness concealing our intimate moment. As my fingers encountered the delicate fabric of her panties, a low, primal sound escaped my throat like a hungry beast. I gently glided my finger along her intimate folds, feeling the dampness beneath her panties.

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes. Headphones—the one they bought in one of their travels—resting over his neck. Music was still quietly playing. They could hear it from their position. Angel was humming softly to the music, holding two coffees in styrofoam each in his hands. One was opened without a lid—steaming—then he blew on it. The thin smoke disappeared like a ghost. His eyes immediately widened at the sight that appeared before him. He recognized Beth instantly, then his gaze drifted to Tony.

Claire's face breaks into a smile, “I think you should be the one running for Senate. You make one hell of a pitch,” I nod silently, and from the corner of my eyes, I catch Angel engulfed in her desktop. Her teeth are digging into the bottom of the pen. “Is everything alright, Angel?” I ask, pulling her attention, She looks up immediately, and I can see her finally returning from her dissociation. “It is,” she responds, arching her back. “I am working on the sites, and dates for events.” “Do you mind engaging us?” Claire takes the baton from me,

he said, extending a hand. Chelsea forced a smile, his handshake light, almost tentative. "I'm Chelsea." Angel's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you're that Chelsea. Chelsea Waters, right?" Chelsea nodded, his gaze drifting to Angel's boots. "Yeah, I am. Nice boots." The red sequins seemed out of place amidst the somber atmosphere. Angel chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "Thanks! I'm a fan of statement pieces." He struck a pose, his leg bent to showcase the boots.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

I ask, my sister smirks at me “Angel is not downstairs, she is working at the hospital this morning so she can be at the party tonight” I look at her “I didn’t ask about Angel” I try to say but she just rolls her eyes at me. Angel is Uncle Atlas and Aunt Kalsea’s daughter, also my best friend and Beta’s twin sister. Even as a kid she was the only one I could be around all day without getting pissed off at. She is beautiful, her red curly hair is down her back.

But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time I’m Mazikeen, here’s my story SINFUL AND FORBIDDEN PLEASURES ARE LIKE A POISONED BREAD; THEY MAY SATISFY APPETITE FOR THE MOMENT, BUT THERE IS DEATH IN THEM AT THE END TRYON EDWARDS I could remember vividly the good old days, back then when we were all still in Heaven singing praise and worship to the Most High—yea don’t fucking look surprised, I was once an angel. A hot sexy angel as a matter of fact but it took only a bad decision to take all that glory away. Now I am what you know

with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready. The preparation was extensive. Full body waxing. Makeup applied to perfection. Hair styled. Bodies oiled until their skin gleamed. Each angel wore the same uniform: a black silk robe that would be removed the moment they entered their assigned stations. "Room assignments," announced Mistress Katrina, the club's manager....a severe woman in her fifties who ran The Obsidian with military precision. "Maya, you're in the Velvet Room tonight. We have eighteen members booked for gloryhole service between 9 PM and 2 AM. Think you can handle that?"