Angel Books Fiction Novels & Stories

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

He said walking out of the kitchen. Anabel shook her head. “Well I am still sorry, I didn’t even know I was capable of doing the things that I might have done.” “Well you could have been worse, trust me I had to use a lot of magic on you.” He said shaking his head. “But in the end you were just stronger than me, and my magic. So I have to wonder what you truly are doing to do to us.” He said looking at Elena. “I want you as an ally Anabel, not someone that wants to kill us, and I think that is what the Angels want to do.”

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

"I'm done with the letter." Chiara nodded her head and continued working on her laptop. Xavier glanced around the room, not sure of what to do. He had checked the laptop for incriminating information, but all he saw was games and songs, there was no file on the laptop and the browser history was clear, absolutely nothing. He stared at the bookcase in the room, it was filled with different business and marketing books, he wondered if she actually read them. A book caught his eyes and he looked closer at it, it was titled 'Expressions and Emotions: How to understand them'. He read the title on the spine again, to be sure he had not imagined it, it was correct. 'Why would she read something lik

Kale said chuckling nervously. They sighed angrily and went to their previous positions. Angela groaned once every one minute. The search for the book was making her feel sleepy but no rest for her or anyone else until they find the book. Seconds passed, minutes passed, hours passed but they hadn’t found it. It was getting frustrating. Angela’s eyes were hurting from reading and she wasn’t paying attention to what she was reading anymore. The Witch of the sun, The Moon Goddess, The Icy Witch, The Cinnamon Witch, The Witch Queen, The Sugar Witch, The Witch of Doom…

Isabella said annoying Camila "What is wrong with you? Are you for me or against me? You know what? The reason why I failed is because I have an enemy for a friend. A devil who calls herself my best friend but only works against me. Wait, are you helping the Carters?" Camila asked "Camila, you don't see it when someone cares about you, do you? If I am not supporting any of your plans is because I know it will not bring you happiness," Isabella said getting down to of bed and standing on the other side of the bed facing Camila.

"I went to the seer again. I told him everything. He listened—calm, knowing, as if he had foreseen it all along. And then he told me something else." Her next words sent chills through the air. "He said my curse is valuable to the devils… or their demise." She paused, her expression unreadable, before continuing. "He told me that if I wanted to fight back, if I truly wanted to stand against the devils, there was only one place for me—the Angels of the Burning Sun. A place that doesn't take open applications, that only the chosen few even know about. He said he would personally arrange for my recruitment, that my abilities and my curse made me someone they couldn’t ignore. That if I wanted ve

He slipped past the sleeping guards and snuck directly into her private wing, pushing open the wooden door of her drawing room. ​"Please, Lady Angelika, I'll literally die if you send me away," Bryant begged on his hands and knees. ​Angelika sat gracefully on her green sofa, wearing a stunning dark emerald nightgown, and with a thick ancient book about dark fertility magic resting heavily on her lap. She looked down at the pompous merchant boy groveling on her expensive rug. ​She felt only disgust for him. He betrayed her to the street rat, ruined her perfect assassination plot, and made her look incredibly foolish in front of the Alpha. She wanted to call the royal guards right now and hav

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)