Angel Chloe Novels & Stories

Fuck, she’s hot. Chloe is about an inch shorter than Kesha, but curvy. Large breasted with a round ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. She has a thin, angular face with tear drop shaped ocean blue eyes. Her long, thick, brown hair has a natural wave to it and her pale skin seems to glow. About two years ago, our feelings began to change. I won’t go as far as to say it was love. I couldn’t. But there was a large amount of affection and a degree of lust. A large amount of lust.

Aunty Cassandra please wake up, don't go, don't leave us alone, please," Mia cried out hysterically. "Cassandra!!!. My love, please wake up!!!... Nooooooo!!!!!!!.... Please wake up, I still need you." Claradious wept in agony. "Take heart Claradious, you have to be strong for your daughter and your sister now," The Midwives consoled. "Noooooooooo!!!!!!! Claradious hysterically screamed in agony. (Present, The Modern-Day) Angelus has grown up into a beautiful, strong, and confident young lady, she is 5 foot 4 inches tall and she looked twenty in terms of age but she is a seven hundred million years old girl.

Gregory is already anxious because the culminating activity is almost starting, he keeps watching at the door anticipating His grandson's entrance. Chloe found her chance to confront Angelina when the later went to the washroom. she followed immediately and locked the door behind her. Angela was feeling tipsy and hot, when she went out of the cubicle she was startled to see Chloe there waiting for her. smirking she said. "Hello dear old trator friend. how are you enjoying your success after deceiving me." " Chloe how are you?" She tried to control her shivering self. she doesn't understand what is happening, she is gasping for breath.

I shot him a look. Angel laughed. “You make it sound like some sort of punishment.” “Maybe it is,” Orion teased. Shaking my head, I turned my attention back to Angel. “You look beautiful too,” I said sincerely. My gaze drifted to the little girl beside her. “And so does your daughter.” Angel’s expression softened immediately. “This is Chloe,” she said proudly. “My little princess.” The little girl peeked out from behind her mother’s side, studying me with curious eyes. I crouched down to her level and held out my hand, offering her my brightest smile.

A cold and sarcastic smile appeared on this armless woman’s lips as she asked, “Why? Just because you expelled me from Silver Blade PACK and cut off my wolf claws, then I am doomed to be dead? Sorry to disappoint you but I am perfectly well, Lady Chloe, thank you for asking.” Then she turned to the crowd of people and slightly bowed: “Good evening and thank you for giving me this opportunity to speak out. My name is Angelina, a former maid at Silver Blade Pack. I have lived in the darkness and shame for too long. And now it is time for me to clear my own name!” “LIAR!” Chloe straightened her back and roared. “BITCH! LYING WHORE—” “Can somebody cloak her mouth, please?” Gamma Glen from Grey C

Zane had to smile at her. “Angel, there is nothing bad in you.” “Of course there is. Do you think I would be okay with what you did tonight if I was all good and pure? Do you think I would enjoy the things we do if I didn’t have a streak of bad in me?” she asked. She had a smile on her face which told Zane she enjoyed the idea of being a little bad.

Yeah, jerk, I can growl as well! Taking a step aside, I straightened my spine and put all the determination I could muster into the words, “I, Angeline Chantara, challenge you, Alpha-ish Aaron, for the title of Alpha of the Opal Moon Pack.”

As if we were telepathically connected, he took a step forward just when I did. Before he could put one foot over another, Chloe sauntered in. Her hair was perfectly tousled like she’d intentionally styled it for tragedy. Her eyes sparkled like someone had spritzed them with artificial tears, and she angled her phone like a seasoned soap actress mid-breakdown— portable ringlight already attached. “Oh my God,” she breathed dramatically, angling her face toward the light, “you guys, my little niece nearly drowned—” Her voice cracked in all the wrong places. “Please send prayers to Emily—my poor baby girl—”

All men stared at her, jaw dropped on the floor, their eyes filled from the feast that is Angel's beautiful being. Deep red lips. Bosom that can make any man salivate and hips that never told a lie. And what's more is that angelic face that matches her name. She was wearing a green dress that hugged her curves and heels that accentuate her buttocks. She walked gracefully towards the platform where Jihanna was standing at, then she shook Jihanna's hand as they exchange formalities and greetings. "Hello, I'm Angel Beatrice Lewis, but you can call me Angel or Angie." She announced through the microphone. "I'll be working with you guys for the next two to three months, and I'll be expecting a lo

Quickly pulling me out of my drifting thoughts, he proceeded to calmly explain everything that happened lately in their lives while I was taking a break from everything, spending some time with my sis and ma. “Whoah...” I exclaimed under my breath, still a little bewildered after everything he'd told me, struggling to digest all those mind-blowing facts. “So...Blake isn’t really...Blake?” “Yes.” “Her name is Seline...and she’s Archangel Michael’s daughter, conceived with a human...” “Yep.” “And your true sister’s been dead this whole time...” “Yes...” His usually powerful voice wavered a little bit after my last statement, sending a small pang of pain striking right through my chest, making