Novel & Cerita Angel Books Fiction

TRIGGER WARNING THIS BOOK IS STRICT EROTICA - 18+ ONLY CONTAINS EXTREME EXPLICIT SEX, HEAVY BLASPHEMY, PRIEST/YOUNG WOMAN TABOO, ROUGH SEX, CHOKING, SPANKING, FILTHY DIRTY TALK, AND RISK OF GETTING CAUGHT IN CHURCH. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "Angela's POV" At twenty-three years old, I was pretty sure I was going straight to hell — and I was surprisingly okay with it.

I had just stepped out of Lord Alaric Seraphiel's west-tower study when I ran into Adrian and his brothers in the gallery. The moment they saw me, the Seraphiel heirs went quiet. Then Lucien gave a lazy whistle, and the others burst out laughing. “Well, look who came crawling back again. Elena Drakon really can't stay away from Adrian's golden wings.” “The great dragon heiress chasing an angel like a lovesick fool. House Drakon must be bursting with pride.”

At his command, they began filing out of the hall, heading toward the very doors where I was standing. Seeing my opportunity, I stepped forward and entered the hall while they made their way outside I moved farther inside, allowing the men to pass around me as they left. One by one, they disappeared through the doorway until the vast hall was finally cleared. Then his voice reached me. “Angelicca, it is a pleasure to see you again,” he said formally. I turned my attention toward him. The Alpha Lord adjusted his posture, straightening himself in his seat as he settled more firmly upon the chair at the top of the altar.

Setting the phone back on the desk, I lowered myself into my chair. My laptop was already open. The last quarter's financial report filled the screen. I started reading. Not a single number registered. Damn it. I leaned back in my chair. My gaze drifted to the floor-to-ceiling window behind my desk. Then back to the laptop. Forcing myself to read line after line. Still nothing. I snapped the laptop shut and rubbed my jaw. For the first time in a long time, Angela had finally gotten what she'd wanted. A chance to be free of me.

Angel had her breakfast with her daddy and was sitting in his lap, telling him the story of the wicked witch and Little Jesus. The moral was - one has to always stay righteous in his/her deeds and success follows automatically in life. "Who tells you stories of Jesus' princess? Is it your teacher?" Ace asks his daughter curiously. Angel shook her head. "It is not my teacher. Scarlet tells me stories from the Bible. Sometimes when I do not want to hear a lullaby I ask her to tell me a story and she tells me Little Christ’s story." Ace nods to her with a huge beam. He is too proud of his daughter and kisses her forehead.

Angel The garden, bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun, became the backdrop for a revelation that would reshape my world. Selena's eyes held a mixture of anticipation and tenderness as she began, "Angel, there's something important I need to share with you." In that moment, a thousand possibilities raced through my mind, each one vying for attention. "What is it, Selena?" I asked, my voice a blend of curiosity and apprehension. With a deep breath, she began to unravel a secret that had remained hidden from me—a secret named Heaven. As the words spilled from her lips, I felt a whirlwind of emotions. Shock, joy, and a profound sense of wonder gripped my heart.

he said. Together we began fading away and Into ashes we turned. *** The end of the tales of Angelina D Angelos. My name is Sangeeta D Angelos. I am the Queen of Kingslanding and my husband is Ariel Lycan the 22nd Lycan king. I took it upon myself to complete the story and the legend of the Glowing Angel. I would continue the writing from where she stopped. After her fight with Darius the Glowing Angel disappeared completely from the surface of the earth.

This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel. A dangerous tribrid king. An angel who refuses to fear him. A bond neither of them expected. A soft giggle slips out of me. If my readers could see the real Tribrid right now—shirtless, clutching me like a giant emotional support teddy bear—they would lose their minds. I keep writing, minutes stretching into hours. The words come easily tonight, pouring out faster than I can catch them. Maybe it's the adrenaline. Maybe it's the strange comfort of having him here beside me.

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

I head over to where Angel is lounging in a hammock and climb up beside her. The hammock is extremely soft. I lay down in it, propping the book up on my knees. “What book is that?” Angel asks me, peering over at the cover. “The History of Dragons,” I tell her, and she looks at me funny. “Why would you need that? What don’t you know about your own kind?” she scoffs. I sigh. “Everything.”