Angel Dust Fanart Novels & Stories

"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.

Prompted by this, I walked over to the mirror and tried a few poses myself. Honestly, my figure was pretty good. The curves were all in the right places. I slipped on a shirt, flaunted my abs, and then pulled on a pair of black stockings. Snapping a photo from a low angle, I was amazed by how stunning it looked. Pairing it with some catchy music, I promptly uploaded it online. Almost immediately after posting, Rachel commented, 'Wow!' Soon, my phone started buzzing non-stop with notifications. Clearly, this type of content was popular.

What the hell was she thinking? Luca looked into my feisty little angel and found out she was working at a strip club owned by Bane, one of our well-known dealers. I had asked my PI to follow Summer after that, and the very next day, received text messages with pictures of my angel dancing half-naked in some club. It was a punch in the gut, a blow I never saw coming. She was too sweet and innocent to be shaking her ass in front of strangers.

asked Erika enthusiastically. "Of course. There are also Angels selling such dresses, wing accessories and crowns!" "Wow! Angels selling? What did they buy it with? Money? Gold? Or what?" "Fresh fruit and flowers! Why do you think Angels need money for?" "Why do Angels want flowers and fruit? Do they eat fruit like fairies?" "We don't eat it. We inhale the aroma. Fresh fruit is very fragrant, as are some flowers and wild grasses!" Erika's eyes widened perfectly.

Afte giving in one last wave, I ran to my room as Axel’s voice echoed in his office. “How long do you plan on keeping Alpha Ky’s warriors here?” After shutting the door, I was able to enter my room of silence. Thankfully, Pitch Perfect 2 was on next so I didn’t have to look through the channels. After a little thinking, I decided to make the moon the main focus of the picture. It was be mostly the moon with some fog. The moon will be pretty bright with a little extra shiny spots on it. Maybe even a wolf in the corner of it. It will depend how I feel when I get started.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.