Angel Dust Mad Novels & Stories

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."

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

Angel POV. They all look at me in shock and then rage. “How did you escape?” Dane snarls as he stalks to me and I lift my head with a bored expression on my face. “I’m Angel fucking Moretti, that’s how. Danny knows how many times I have escaped death. But saying that. You are an amateur when it really comes down to it. Right Captain.” He stops in his tracks and winces slightly at the rank. I lift my guns at him. I see Mischa. She silently removes her heels and I look back at Dane. and all the members are now solely focused on us. He laughs, a loud booming laugh as his men follow his example. Sheep, all of them are sheeple.

Asher replied casually, taking off his helmet and giving all the attributes to his personal servant. "You told her to ride a blackwood. A horse that's still wild and difficult to control, are you kidding? You're endangering other people's lives Asher! Tsk, just for the sake of satisfaction you almost killed someone else without realizing it," Angel added. Her stern face, both hands on her waist, wanted to see the combination of Mommy and Daddy when angry. Just look at Angelica's face, she's the perfect combination of her parents' emotions. "Look with your own eyes, Angel. She's not dead! She looks healthy, there's no defect or injury on her body. Why do you care so much?"

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.

"Don't be vulnerable again… When I saw the two of you, I imagined you're doing BDSM." After hearing her thoughts, Angelito's hands shake her shoulder since her words sting and pleasurably turn him on. Dennis, who has no gist about what they've talked about, remained curious. A pouting expression makes the Don whine at her. Walking straight up to his car, his hand waves goodbye to the couple, and he drives up to Denver's department. Angelito calls him as he picks it up. "Hello?" "Where are you?" "I'm going for a bus ride—"Angelito cuts his nonsense off.

” I chuckle, “I texted him last night. I told him about the gig and that Angel says to stop in and visit next time that he’s around.” “What gig is this?” Abulita asks “And what about sneaking around and hiding?” “Abulita, that was back in Atlanta when Cassie and I would sneak out to go dancing and I used a fake ID to get a job at a drag club. This time it is legit, no fake ID needed. Cade, or his drag counterpart Ms Candy will be my mentor and Uncle Mateo’s friend Angel owns the club.” “Ay Dios Mio! Angel Alvarez? That boy! He and your Uncle…never mind!” Abulita’s eyes go wide then she rolls them while shaking her head.

Isabella asked "I am in heaven," she replied moving from one part of the room to another checking the things in the room excited "You sound very excited, where are you?" Isabella asked "Some place exciting and full of luxury," she replied picking up and checking the set of branded lotions and perfumes nicely arranged on the dressing table. "Are you in Seattle?" Isabella asked making Camila frown "No, I mean yes. Why do you ask?" Camila asked as she placed the perfume back down on the table and sat on the chair in front of it

"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.

-Now give this asshole what he wants and tear his fucking arms off. That’s my girl. I’m not sure if it’s possible to smirk in this form or not, but I try anyway as I tentatively take a step closer to Angus, who watches my every move. I have more control over the ultima than I ever have, but our anger is begging to get the better of us the more we see him cling to what is ours. Angus puts his arm out for me shyly and I move toward it, not even bothering to break eye contact with Maggie, who sits looking like an angel with no fear.