Angel Con Alas Novels & Stories

This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in this timeline if the angel is Adam. My heart constricts painfully inside my chest. Floods of misery are crashing in waves at my heart, at the verge of breaking it. While it would gladden me to see Adam happy with his mate, it also pains me thinking about him being with someone else. Without giving me a warning, the angel places his hand directly beneath me. His palm looks soft and familiar, and I sniffle experimentally, not even caring about my silent guest clawing at the straps holding up the web.

Nyx fainted, falling onto Elly. "Well, that happened." Len was growing more irritated with this by the minute. "Ostende te, tu ignavus!" He turned to Delirus and Erys. "Guard the Goddess!" They stood by her, ready to attack. The angel laughed and blew his whistle again. This time Delirus doubled over. "Looks like there's another dog here. Foeda daemon purgamentum!" Erys turned to Len. "Can I attack yet?" "Not yet," Len was watching the angel fly around, getting his description. "Orange wings, dark hair, gray mask and a rat tail." He swore under his breath as the angel flew too fast and disappeared.

"I will not put you in danger, Angel. Daniel is in the hospital. Mathew is in charge. The doctor has a hundred patients to treat. My uncle is occupied. Give me a few hours to take care of you. I … I want to be with you, please don't say no. I am begging you." Angel raised his large hands to frame the side of her neck and face, peering into her teary eyes. Her emotional state got to him and he wanted to tell her she shouldn’t beg for what was hers but he suppressed the feeling. “I can not stay the entire night.” “Angel…” “I have something to do in the pit,” he said. “The pit?” she asked, searching his gaze anxiously. Angel decided to spare her any more agony and ignored the question. “I need

:⁠-⁠$ Xavier what are you about to do with your Angel? ser feliz 🌹

Draven growled, his forked tongue flicking in mocking satisfaction as his coils constricted. “Shit Ange!” Alinta screamed inside her mind. “Blast him, do something!” “Here goes nothing,” Angela muttered, exhaling slowly as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I submit to you– “ANGE! NO!” Alinta shrieked, fighting desperately for control. “Such a good girl,” Draven hummed, leaning closer, his scales brushing the edge of her flames. “–Great fire of the Sun,” Angela finished. Her eyes snapped open.

Leah praised the woman, still feeling his gaze on her. "The one I am wearing right now?" Angela gripped her chain and showed to Leah, smiling brightly. "That's my favorite too. Thank you," Angela replied bashfully. "Who knew a broken heart could look this beautiful?" Leah complimented while admiring the half heart in her chain. "No..No..It's not broken. It's just incomplete. Esparar means hope in spanish. The collection celebrate the hearts that are incomplete and are hoping to unite with the love of their lives," Angela explained passionately to the couple. Her sweet angelic voice vibrating with hope. Whereas the couple looked impressed, Nikaulas clenched his jaw. He knew very well what Ang

"Fuck me right now." I feel his chest rumble against my back. "Be careful what you ask for, Fly-girl. My restraint is hanging on a thread here." "Please." I sob. Arcangelo's tongue disappears, and my eyes fly open to look at him. I love the way the color of their eyes changes. The green is now a light brown as he looks up at me. "I want to put my fingers inside you." "Yes!" I cry out. Alonso turns my head towards him and catches my lips in a searing kiss.

The man spoke again, “You see, my lady, you are no normal being. You are, in fact, the reincarnation of goddess Persephone.” Angelique stared at the man. He must be kidding. They stayed like that for a while but he did not budge. She was waiting for him to burst out laughing and tell her he was just joking. But he did not. She blinked twice. Nothing. “Uhm, no. .” She shook her head, “I am Angelique Cruz, daughter of Leo and Isabel Cruz. I live in Sta. Rosa, Laguna, Philippines.” “I understand that you may be in denial. You have lived a long life as a mortal human. But you must understand, this IS your reality.”

Napangiti ang matanda habang minamasdan ang bahagyang paniningkit ng mga mata ni Alejandra. Walang malay ang dalaga na naglalaro na sa imahinasyon ni Don Fonso ang mga munting anghel na may alun-alon na buhok at mga matang bilugan at matatalino. Kumuha ng buhok sa ama at mga mata naman sa ina… "Very nice combination," anito sa sarili ngunit napalakas nga lang. Napamaang ang dalaga sa narinig.