Angel Angel Dust Novels & Stories

It's what we call the weekend crowd, bachelor parties, business dinners gone wild, couples looking for excitement. The lights are low except for the stage, which glows like a blue gem in the center of the room. Red and purple and gold, all designed to make everything look softer, dreamier, more fantasy than reality. I'm waiting backstage, rolling my shoulders and checking if my heels are secure, when the DJ's voice booms over the speakers. "Gentlemen and ladies, put your hands together for the angel who'll make you believe in heaven... ANGEL!" That's my stage name. Angel. The irony isn't lost on me.

The moment the door shut, I went back to scribbling notes and reviewing a list of everyone under me. I didn’t even notice the time had flown until my phone buzzed with a message from Tomas: Angel is here with a blonde. Just like that, I discarded everything I was doing, my pulse thrumming as I booted my second monitor. The camera feed loaded and there he was, Angel fucking Di Cristina, walking into my club with a woman who looked like she’d walked straight out of a Maxim photoshoot. The fuck was this? And then, I watched as they headed toward the old VIP zone that was now remodeled into the club's new sex pit, and my jaws clenched.

Tears trickled down my cheeks and I tried sniffing it back in. A knock resounded from the door. Did he come back? “Phoenix. It’s Angel.” I sighed, and wiped my tears before telling her to come in. Angel was one of the artist whose work was displayed. She was a very beautiful woman who survived her husband’s domestic abuse. Just like me, she was rescued by the company.

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.

“Since I heard he found his mate I've been looking for ways to get into the kingdom to see if she's still breathing or did you think he killed her already." “I think you should eat your food quietly, since you said you are bored under the sea, how about I send someone to cause trouble for your people so that you can be kept entertained for some months. " You are mean,” he said, going back to eating his food quietly." Niles Ohio and other warriors couldn't believe this childish god was one of the ruthless fallen angels.

“You know I like it when you use your words.” I dipped my middle finger into the wetness of her sex before dragging that slick to her clit. “I love hearing that beautiful voice,” I all but growled as I leaned closer to her ear. When I started drawing out slow circles on that sensitive bud she whimpered, “Oh my god.” “There’s no God here, Angel.” I pinched her lightly, and she gasped as she bucked her hips involuntarily against my hand. “Only you, me, and the road.”

He got up and came over to the other side of the desk and began to explain, “This portion here,” he points to the sales records of something called, Fairy Dust? “What the hell is Fairy Dust?” I ask, trying to make sense of it. Angel chuckled and began to explain, “It’s a drug.” Angel tells me, “It’s a mix of MDMA, cocaine, and a sprinkle of a secret ingredient that only the O’Malley family knows of.” My eyes widen at the thought of producing and selling drugs, “We’re not going to be producing that anymore,” I tell him, I refuse to be associated with it.

he said again before saying the name of our new angel. “Her name would be ANNIKA XYLE RIVERA XIN CASTRO our new angel” End

He had beaten the guy he saw with her to a pulp before leaving her. She kept calling to convince Damien that her actions were under the influence of alcohol. Damien didn’t believe it at first. This incited several arguments between them, one of which led to the incident with Rebecca.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.