Angel Dust Fanart Novels & Stories

Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need. He felt her body tremble at each impact and her interior muscles start to clamp more tightly around his cock, an indication that she was close. “Yes, baby!” he encouraged her. The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck. Isabella’s breath hitched.

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Aurora shyly met them and then the small Angela who met them excitedly. They all settled down in the lounge as they talked. Angela, who was sitting on the floor and was busy drawing, saw a large boot near her. Her head snapped up to see Luca, he crouched down and gazed at her paper. "What are you drawing?" He asked while observing her drawing. "Angel." She mumbled with a wide smile. Luca chuckled at her attempt. The drawing was looking anything but an angel. He recalled how Rasmus had called his drawing of Angel a mosquito once.

He took the card and came to the counter, saying, “I want all the jewelry from the True Love series. Please send them to Château de Selene in Tourmaline Estate.” When the shopkeeper at the counter heard the name Tourmaline Estate, she could not help but take a few more glances at Jay. Astounded by his otherworldly good looks, she exclaimed like a love-struck fool, “Ah! Are you Master Ares?” Jay pulled a long face and nodded. “Can we take a photo together?” “No." Jay refused resolutely. “Please, Master Ares.” “No. My wife will get jealous." Angeline waved her hand quickly and said generously, “I won’t get jealous. Go on and take it.”

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

Alex, for his part, remained fully, blissfully unaware — golden eyes bright with the particular relief of a man who believed he'd finally gotten his whole life back, already sketching plans for expansions and studios and futures with a wife who had never actually needed to learn any of it secondhand. Weeks passed for Eve in their own quiet rhythm. She visited Elena daily, read to her, shared meals, watched color slowly return to her cheeks now that fear over money had stopped eating at both of them. Mornings brought walks in the park. Afternoons brought small, careful moments of art. Evenings brought quiet, and more of it than she knew what to do with yet. One rainy evening, she finished a s

There’s something about him that feels off, even in the picture. Who the hell is this guy? I take a picture of the photo with my phone, sending it to Nero. If anyone can help me figure this out, it’s him. Almost immediately, my phone starts buzzing and I answer without hesitation. “What the hell is this?” Nero’s voice is sharp, cutting through the tension. “There’s an Alpha scent all over her place,” I say, my voice rough. “I found a note. She didn’t want to leave, but he forced her. And I found a picture of her with a man, but I don’t recognize him.”

After I complete my mission with Julia in Paris, Angel Alba asked me who I wanted to be the guardian angel next, I called Liam peters, I know what you think, that's not Vegas name, but if I told her I wanted to guard Vegas, she was going to do a background check on him and find not only is he not human, his a vampire worst he has the Dracula bloodline in him, that would have caused more trouble than necessary, but I didn't lie, I came to guard Liam peter but only because his scent was close to Vegas, when I left Vegas with his adopted parent, I spray a little Gold dust on him, so I can tell wherever he is when I come back to earth and I can also dictate the kind of energy around him, that ho