Angel Angel Dust Novels & Stories

The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

Madelyn bit the bullet and said, "Miss, I was wrong! How about this? I shall go to the parking lot later and wait for her there. When Paisley shows up, I will come up with an excuse to beat her up to vent your anger for you." "That's enough. Let's deal with Paisley later. Help me clean up. I'll put on some makeup first." Madelyn didn't know what Angel was going to do and didn't dare to ask her again. She helped Angel pack up her things. Angel sat on the bed and put on makeup. She used a slightly yellow foundation and applied it to her face several times. Her whole face turned yellow. She then drew heavy dark circles around her eyes, and she looked as if she had fallen ill.

[Victor’s POV] After finishing my second bottle of whiskey, I was drunk. The pain from my severed fingers on my left hand seemed numbed by the alcohol, but the pain in my heart only grew. With a creak, the door was pushed open. I suddenly sat upright. I struggled to my feet and reached out carefully, as if touching a fragile illusion that might shatter at any moment. My voice came out in broken fragments. “Rachel… you’re back…” “Darling, what’s wrong with you?”

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and he groaned sticking out his tongue inside me. "Fuck," I moaned. He put a finger inside me and fingered me. I could feel I was close to releasing my juices all over him. "Please..." I didn't even know what I was begging for at this point. He added a second finger and I gasped. "Faster Theo," I moaned. I felt myself clench around his fingers. "Theodore..." I moaned. "Yes tesoro," he said, "Cum for me." (Tesoro: treasure)

One yanked my hair hard, dragging me back. I gasped loud. “Let me go this instant!” I growled, practically screaming over the music. “Yoo, chill out, hoe,” he snarled, finally letting my hair go. I hated this fucking club sometimes. I walked faster, heels stabbing the floor, until I reached the pole where Angel was spinning slowly, disco lights shining on his skin. “Angelll!!” I yelled up at him, arms folded tight under my chest. He flinched for a split second, then exhaled when he saw me.

I stammered as I felt I was choking on my own voice. I was stumbling upon walking, I couldn't even look at her, my knees were wobbling and I wasn't even able to believe it. At that moment, all of the moments I spent with Diya flashed in front of me. How she smiled, the way she looked at me, the way her little gestures make me smile, the moments we shared, even the pain of separation that we felt. And all of this felt like a lifetime of memories, even if it was just a couple of months. And that's when I realised, she is an angel in my life, an angel who is here to lighten up the darkness of my life and I can't lose her.

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

I snap, cutting the call. Drugging Sage seemed the easiest option back then to make her do whatever I want. But I didn't care of the consequences back then. Angel-Dust isn't a joke, it's the most notorious drug out in the market. But I didn't expect it to react so effectively on Sage. I just wanted it to help me control her emotions. With a little bit of manipulation and Angel-Dust, Sage quickly became my little puppet. " Hades. You called me?" I looked up to see Giana standing at the door. Ugh, bitch.