Angel Dust Character Novels & Stories

“Hi Mr. Baphomet, Mr. Demogorgon, my name is Tequila and Angel will be right back with the cigarettes. So, are there any drinks that either of you would like to start off with this evening?” “I don’t know about Levi, but I’ll enjoy a sweet Tequila right now.” He leads her over to the coach as he pulls her into his lap as he sits down. “So, Levi I’ll be having Tequila tonight and that means you can have fun with Angel.” I walked over to the fridge to grab a cold Strongbow beer to start the night off with as I wait for some girl named Angel to come back with my smokes. When I sit down, I noticed Legion giving a smart-ass grin as if he knows something that I don’t. I sat there for what it seems

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

He didn’t even doubt why the elderly aunt knew he was a man, even though he was in a woman’s body. “Angelus inherited my genes. We’re both idiots.” Angelo said while quickly running to the flower shop. When he entered the flower shop, he immediately looked for the elderly aunt. “How can I help you, ma’am?” Immediately, a woman in her twenties approached. She has long, braided hair with sparkling eyes and reddish lips. She also had a medium height and hourglass physique. If Angelo is not so frustrated right now, he would have probably flirted with her earlier.

"This is your punishment, Eodelle… for being a little rebel. You have been a naughty girl since I got you out of the dungeon. Why don't you just listen to me and be a good girl like what I expect you to be?" I can't comprehend what he's saying between his kisses beneath my ear, and down to my neck. His hands wrapped around my waist, kneading, and fondling my soft, smooth skin. I got a little insecure because of the scars I got after I got beaten by random people who almost killed me in that place. But it seems he doesn't mind it. He even touched them gently, brushing the tips of his fingers as if he adores each of them. Aster is a strange man. That is what I know. But his, adoring my imperf

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

The nude nail polish sprinkled with fake diamonds looked very contrasting with the dark suit Xander was wearing tonight. "Honey, what took you so long?" "I'm talking to my brother." “Oh. And who is this woman?” The burgundy woman looked at Angel with a scornful look. Her eyes moved openly to scan Angel's body from head to toe. That made Angel very angry and humiliated. “I'm Mr. Whithold—” “She's my secretary, Angela Celeste. And this is my little brother, Finn.” “Laudya Estelle,” The burgundy woman said briefly.

That would be a nightmare. We leave the dungeon few minutes later. Aiden and Asher, who came here few days ago after spending time in Blaine's pack, take charge of the Deads, while Angel and I manage our warriors. “Deads – human forms, pack – wolves, since you’re more accustomed to it. You’ll take care of the shifted Undeads, or humans.” My Angel orders as she fastens her harness. She has a lot on her, knives, katanas, a bow, arrows and her favorite dagger that she straps to her thigh. Had it not been for the situation we’re in, I would’ve laughed at her look. Wet hair roughly pulled in a ponytail, my shirt, wrapped in a harness, my boxers and bare legs, with a dagger strapped to her thigh.

"Stacy Xi, go to the door and bring in some milk. Stacy Chen's duty is to roast bread." Cassandra was very active. He strode out with his short legs. Benedict stood in front of the mini van and looked at Angela's back cutting fruit. He asked, "Auntie Angela, every time I see you, I feel like I'm looking at someone else." Angela's face changed. Her name was Angela, too, but she was not the same as before. Her voice was not the same as before. In the explosion, her voice was damaged, and her appearance and voice changed, so Benedict felt that Aunt Johnson was not used to it.

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.