Angel Dust In Drag Novels & Stories

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

she ordered me and heaved a sigh as she put dots on my face using a new lipstick pen. Gemma was putting dots on my face when Elenita came. “We’re almost done, Elenita,” She glanced at her, smiling at her arts as she pressed the point of the lipstick on the tip of my nose. She handed me the lipstick. “Don’t worry, Angela. This is hypoallergenic. You can have this. At least this one won’t smear your face every time you sweat or cry.” Her staff came in, folding the clothes and placing them in the paper bag.

Angel’s Pov. It was evening, and I’d spent the entire day sulking in my room, trapped in my own thoughts, dissecting every piece of my life. I glanced at the time and decided I couldn’t stay locked in here any longer, it was time to escape my self-imposed exile. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the heaviness. I combed through my curls and threw them into a bun, though a small voice in my head whispered, Maybe I should braid it. Shaking off the indecision, I slipped into a simple dress, slid on a pair of sandals, and applied a light layer of gloss. Nothing fancy. Just enough to make me feel like myself again. When I made it down

The bedsheet was dark with evidence of my arousal. "Look how wet you are," he murmured. "You're aching, aren't you? Don't fight it. Let me help you. Let me take care of it." I shook my head firmly. "You're my mentor. I'm your student. We can't do this..." Eric's eyes darkened, and the last trace of restraint snapped. He lunged forward, seizing both of my ankles and violently spreading my legs. "Enough games," he growled. "Girls like you were born to make men feel good."

“But you’re strong, Mistress. And you have the baby. You’re going to get through this, I know it.” The baby. As little as it might be right now. Just a few weeks old. I was already attached. I wanted to see it. I wanted to hold it. I wanted to live for it. Male or female, I'd treasure it. I nodded, taking comfort in her words. “Is Kael ready? And will there be a crowd?” Cassidy started to answer, but the voice that filled the room next wasn’t hers. "My son is ready," Drag said, stepping inside, his voice cold. "And yes, there will be a crowd. The whole pack, in fact. The essence of rejection is to make it as public as possible.”

"We wanna party!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and Cersei exclaimed excitedly. "LEDO EAM!!! Angelus said out while stretching her hands at the home theater that was standing in between the TV, Using her magic to turn it on. “Yay.!!!!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and

To top it all off, I’m currently about to be strapped down, by a dragon, in a god damned caste far above the freaking clouds! After all this, I still had to make sure Drifta didn’t emerge. I didn’t want to call her, and I didn’t want her to have to pop up and save me. Anger cursed through me to the point that angry tears pooled in my eyes. I hated that I was made this way, crying when, in reality, I was so angry I didn’t know what to do with myself. Tears just have been the last thing he expected, for some strange reason!

Anastasia added, her eyes sparkling with what looked like admiration. They left me alone to change, and I could hardly recognize the woman staring back at me as I stood before the mirror. My hair was styled in soft, cascading curls, and the makeup was subtle. The lightweight foundation enhanced my features, a delicate blush added a radiant glow, and teardrop diamond earrings swayed gently, catching the light. The dress hugged my form, a daring slit revealing just enough leg, while the matching necklace completed the look. The high heels, decorated with diamonds, provided me with extra height.

A sheer long robe draped over it, with feathers trimming the bottom and dramatic sleeves. She had donned a deep emerald corset with fishnets and velvet emerald panties. Harland had also reluctantly agreed to join us, after I had begged him to support our cause. No one would be able to touch them. Not when I was around. They deserved happiness, just like the rest of us. The Goddess chose them for a reason. There was always a reason, even when they didn't want to see the bright side to it. "Dargan will be here in a few minutes to take us down," Teagan pointed out and put her matching earrings in. "Are you ready to face them yet?"

Angela rolled her eyes at her teasing with a faint smile as she walked out. “I still can’t believe the Moon Goddess blessed me with someone like you,” Draven said as she approached, his gaze softening instantly. “You look absolutely breathtaking tonight, Angela. No one in that hall will be able to take their eyes off you.” He lifted her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her fingers, his favourite gesture. She smiled faintly in response, but the unease inside her refused to fade. She knew something was going to happen. Her powerful intuition has always come true.