Angel Dust Fanart Novels & Stories

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I took that time to admire their work. The makeup artist did a natural look per my request, while Elsa sulked because she wanted me to do a fuller glam look. The hairstylist did loose curls, to compliment the look. "What now?" I asked, turning my attention to Elsa. "Just pick a dress from the rack over there" she was looking down at something on her phone not really paying attention to me. "Why are all the dresses white?" I asked suspiciously. "I don't know. Jayden picked them out" she replied.

The sight of the island Angel spoke to her about miles away from where they were drawing her to the riverbank. The peak of the mountain on the island seemed so high up on the horizon. The rock was lined with modern architectural home designs, making it seem like a gigantic modern castle with its partitioned glass windows embedded in the dark grey colour of the stones. She thought it was magnificent. There were three fancy crafts parked at the very top. She guessed the surface must have been fashioned as a helipad. She narrowed her eyes to see if she could make out the words written on one of the crafts and a slow grin stretched her lovely lips when she saw the logo was an abstract image of a

They never mistreated him, they just pretended as he never existed. Xasha wondered why he suddenly started thinking about old times. Xasha was on Stardust Island. He stood on an open field with his hands behind his back, wearing tight green armor that one would think was just a leather suit. It was actually made from a Special Alloy that used Storm dragon scales mixed with Sea king scales and Golden Peacock feathers.

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

she scoffs. “Sure, whatever makes you happy.” “Wait—what? What the hell are you talking about—I’m obviously beating you! You must be blind or something because the game is clearly in my favor!” She rattles off but I stay quiet. She moves one of her pieces and I sit back with a smirk. Gotcha. A sudden whistling sound has all eyes glued to the sky. Several dots appear above us, circling around each other as they dive. They grow larger and clearer until we can see that there are three dark angels and two light—all with shimmering golden wings.

I assure her, gently pushing her to lay down. She laughs softly as she lands on the pile of blankets. “Asterion…” she sighed, looking up at me under dark hooded eyes. I took my time looking at her naked body. Her skin was like porcelain, with a dotting of freckles across her breasts. “So beautiful.” I murmured as I looked at her, letting my hands glide over her body. She was flushed with arousal, and oh, could I smell her arousal. It was strong and was driving me crazy.

Summer had just begun, there was no reason she was charging so much to digest that information. When Artemisia stopped running her fingers through the yellowish leaves, there was a drawing made with charcoal and graphite at the beginning of that page. It was the drawing of a tall being and almost all made by shadows, Delfine tried to make a scenario for that thing, but all the young woman could understand from the scribbles was a half-open window and a crow in the chest.

Bastien squeezes me a bit tighter when he notices the change in my stance, the eagerness to get to the table, a small growl leaves his chest. A soft groan comes from my lips as I feel his possessiveness through our bond, I mind link him, "stop, silly, I'm excited about Angel not her mate." He side eyes me then focus's back to the table we are slowly approaching, his eyes widen at her and a small smile plays on his lips as he takes her in. Angel is a vision of beauty, she stands, clapping, a huge smile graces her cherub face, her small baby bump barely noticeable, in a baby blue off the shoulder dress, her skin is flawless and tan, a perk for living in Florida. I break free of Bastien's hol

"Yes, yes!" Angel screamed, her fingernails elongating into claws as she dragged her fingers over the rug, leaving deep gouges in the expensive material. Still Layon continued until he heard her panting as though she couldn't take much more. He'd lost count of how many times she'd cliJasoned and the lazy-eyed, sated expression upon her face told him he'd done his job well. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his essence into her, hoping that one day it might take root and they might produce the next alpha of the Silverdale pack.