Novel & Cerita Angel Dust Personality

Narcissus' sister. Angela Athena Martinez. She was known to be ruthless just like all of the Martinez; she inherited the crazy red eyes and the jet black. Sexy and talented. That's a woman I would fuck with no hesitation. I was picky with any woman I would date but her; she could bring my bi out any day. 'Deal with them from most in need to the lea-' he began. 'I can help. I know how to stitch.' I interrupted making eye contact with the woman.

My eyes darted across the room while Kylen nodded slowly. He stood by the entrance while I bowed slightly, and he did the same. “I'm sorry, but we can't force what doesn't work.” I added In, wanting to fill in the void space I had left. I had to make a quick change of mind; if Angel had not spoken the truth to me on time, it would have been me who was offered a relationship with Tara, if she deemed it fit. I could tell she was A good person. A sharp-minded and quick-witted . Also a warrior, she had lots of good traits; not only is her brother and her father popular, strong, and brave, but she also seemed to have keys to those traits according to the attributes of her family.

But they never knew he would be doing his shits around here too! The woman was already red on the cheeks as she was smiling sheepishly at Theodore, falling deeply for his flirtatious lifestyle. She didn't even realize the meeting had ended. Ash is the coolest amongst the three, most times quiet but sometimes can be noisy, an ambivert and everything in between, not so cool, not too hot, not too spicy, just there. But Theo is the direct opposite as you already know, too hot, too spicy, a fucking extrovert to the core.

Neal answered without turning around, "Don't you know the rules for sleeping with me?" Angelica's face lit up instantly. "Am I not satisfying you?" Angelica asked again. Neal didn't answer and instead walked out of his room. Angelica could only look down disappointed. Neal Malachy, the third son of Ansgar and Zuria Malachy, was indeed very handsome. Even though the man had a slightly similar personality to Weylin, that was, both of them were always cold and anti-social, Neal was still one of the magnets that draws women closer.

She is sweet and childlike. They call her Angelina. Though it doesn't feel right. How can she tell them that underneath her innocent personality she feels something more? Something wild. Something dangerous. Something she had been before. But she doesn't understand. ____ He knows she has secrets. Underneath her timid personality. She is something more. Much much more. She is someone he will be willing to explore. Something he is willing to expose. Thoroughly. He calls her Angel. His Angelina.

"This is your punishment, Eodelle… for being a little rebel. You have been a naughty girl since I got you out of the dungeon. Why don't you just listen to me and be a good girl like what I expect you to be?" I can't comprehend what he's saying between his kisses beneath my ear, and down to my neck. His hands wrapped around my waist, kneading, and fondling my soft, smooth skin. I got a little insecure because of the scars I got after I got beaten by random people who almost killed me in that place. But it seems he doesn't mind it. He even touched them gently, brushing the tips of his fingers as if he adores each of them. Aster is a strange man. That is what I know. But his, adoring my imperf

'I am so fucking screwed!' Angel thought as he forced himself to take one step at a time. And with every step taking him farther away from her, he could feel his beast feeling restless. “Calm down, bud, we can’t claim her in that way yet. By the way, it’s great to feel you again,” he muttered to himself.

He wondered what color they might be. Cursing in his head, he blocked the sudden flare of arousal he felt. He didn't need complications. And if -that's a big IF- she truly was Tia Juanita and Tia Lucinda's niece then she was off-limits. He had too much respect for the only remaining family he had left. "Where are you in San Francisco, Angelina?" He asked and almost choke when she raised her eyes and met his. Blue-violet. Fathomless. But mysterious. And so magnificent. Puta!

"You're still under my wing and I have full custody over you, so like it or not, you'll have to answer one way or other." Agostino Di Modica; a man who didn't liked to be told instead his soul thrived dominance. From a very young age, he never enjoyed life like every other person did on this planet. As said by father, he was a silent nerd who had his nose buried in the books but also had genes of a bad boy too. Even now, he preferred his personal space. This man's personality made women and girls want him. But was he worthy of all this attention? The answer was a simple, N-fucking-O. No.

Fury surges through me as I confront the demon before me. "You are an evil monster," I hiss, my voice trembling with rage. "To manipulate a child's naivety, to twist his fate so brutally, it's despicable and unforgivable." Aster's grin widens, his eyes glinting with malicious delight. "Ah, my dear Isa, you have only begun to scratch the surface of the darkness that lies within me. The true extent of my personality is yet to be unveiled." I turn my face away from him. Trying to reign in my anger and keep my emotions under control. It was clear that my words meant nothing to him.