Angel Dust Personality Novels & Stories

His anger would peak that very second. From the outside, he seemed strong and unshakable, but inside, he was a broken person filled with indescribable pain. To her, the world was a cold and cruel place, and she was determined not to let anyone get close, fearing that they would steal a piece of the warmth left in her. “Arghh! I've lost my appetite for work today!” shouted the arrogant heiress in a huff. A moment later, Afgan decided to turn the steering wheel towards the hotel where Melinda worked. His stomach had not yet been filled with food and his feelings were mixed.

Kristina Valdez POV Ah, being together again just the three of us feels nostalgic but it's not a good memory. Just straing straight into her fierce eyes makes me mad. She was the reason why Angelo started to hate me. Meet her a.k.a Christina Abby Smith She's cunning and a liar, she does everything in her power to get what she wants. Behind that angelic face lies a devil incarnate girl! She always brandished herself in luxurious and sophisticated clothing which suited her face. She's pretty and feminine, mostly because she stayed at home more due to her illness ever since they were kids. She's asthmatic.

It wasn't difficult to deduce that he was angry. Sienna gulped hard as he brought his handsome face closer, allowing her to take a closer look at his sharp, exquisite features. His dark long lashes framed his dazzling silver orbs beautifully. With an aquiline nose and bow-shaped lips, he could put even Adonis to shame. She was convinced that the Moon Goddess had taken her sweet time in creating him. Because he was just perfect. Nothing else could define him. But what made him more attractive was his intimidating aura. There was something dark about it. Something that would scare you but also tempt you. Unlike Uncle Jarek, Azriel didn’t give warm vibes. He was cold and feral. He was a rebel,

This felt like more than a bruised ego. I leaned on the railing and let the night air cool the heat in my chest. Denial had never been my usual mode, especially not with her. I had plans. Angela fit into them. She was predictable, sweet, safe, the kind of girl who stayed no matter how often you pushed her away. But this Angela was a wildcard. Wildcards either get tamed or removed. I was not done. Not even close. She could stroll off with whatever mysterious guy she wanted, play coy, pretend she had outgrown me. Fine. I would make her remember. She was mine. I do not lose what is mine.

We continued eating in silence. —-------------------------------- Ace’s POV My wife is attempting to entice me. She's pretty, I have to say; I've always liked petite! She's also troublesome, which I enjoy! On the down low, I don't want a woman who is completely submissive. But since this is Angel, she shouldn't act like my ideal wife—rather, she should act like a payment, the only thing she is to me. Why is she putting in so much effort to pique my interest in her?

Hi everybody! If you are reading this then either you stumbled upon this story or you decided to give this story a chance. And if you did either of them, then WELCOME! I hope you like this story! <3 SUMMARY: Angela Woodson; perky, buoyant and an innocent seventeen year old, who lives to make others smile. She's the kind of girl who can only love. She overlooks the bad in a person and always sees the good in him. She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer.

I walked with them to the orphanage. “Isn’t this too much?” Angelo asked while tailing me. “It’s just breaking my heart. I want to do this. It’s my willingness,” I told him. After sending the kids to the orphanage, I noticed how Angelo throw weird glances at me. I’m empty handed now but it’s fine. I will just buy the other day. “You are very different,” he suddenly let out a sentence. “Different?” “The Selena I know is not like you,” he said still glancing at me. I can see it through my peripheral view. “I was testing you a while ago but I didn’t change your mind.”

Her traits could be childish given the way she lived, but that didn’t change her real age and it wouldn’t help to protect her from a world that would treat her with devotion. Even so, the back of my fingers rubbed against her cheek and I saw the girl close her eyes as she received the affection. "It’s all right" I said "you don’t have to tell me and I’m not afraid of angels." My eyes shone in the darkness, shone with the pride that remained in Asra’s chest, with the anger present in her dreams and I felt the fangs of the phoenix appear on my lips amid a smile. "It’s the angels who must be afraid of me," I purred and Elaine’s lips rose in a graceful half-moon.

Damien paced restlessly around his room angry and frustrated. He had a bad temper which was almost impossible to subdue whenever triggered because of his wolf nature, apparently and also because he was Alpha. The rage, lust and anger that came with it was sometimes uncontrollable. That rage was taking its toll now on Damien with the thought of his parents’ murders constantly. He kept walking around from left to right and back around his room critically thinking of how to capture the Rogues’ Alpha.

Angel asks, and I take a deep breath looking at him and then looking back at the screens in front of me. “You, you have become a liability for your brother, and he is gonna try and end you”, I say, and Angel’s laughter fills the room as he sits back on his chair. This bloke is completely insane. He is fearless and reckless at times, and he is not afraid of anything. I would even say he can be somewhat of a psychopath.