Novel & Cerita Angel Dust Personality

He exudes power and wealth, no one ever tells him no, least of all a lover. He is an asmodeus demon, they are incredibly sexual creatures, lustful in every way. He can impose his desires onto anyone, and mold his impressionable lover to suit him. He doesn't seem too old, maybe half my age. But he’s likely had a thousand times the sexual experience I've had. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a bunch of children already. “Not as much as I am,” I heard over my shoulder. I turn to see a shorter man, obviously an elf, with an olive complexion. He is stocky but solid. I know his reputation. His family owns a slew of casinos and horse racing tracks.

"Are you with Ella?" "We just happened to meet." "Is she really okay now?" Angela sounded very anxious. Candice hesitated, "She's with Darius now." Bringing up Darius, Angela's emotions calmed down. "Okay, I got it, thank you." Candice looked at her phone. Although there was a faint sense of unease in her heart, she could only endure it. Jackson and Alex had both reminded her that Darius was not a good person. Candice wasn't a fool herself. From Darius's methods and schemes, she could tell that he was a deeply cunning person. Moreover, Jackson had mentioned before that he had antisocial personality traits.

Dylan Travis was a kind and gentle man. Angel's first impression of him was very positive. She hardly found any flaws in Dylan. He was handsome with a very fit, muscular body. He had an amazing broad chest and comfortable arms to lean on. Dylan had a dazzling smile that would make all the women scream when they saw him. But most importantly for Angel, he had a perfect personality. Dylan was gentle and knew how to treat women well.

Dante’s Pov Angela was completely gone. I do not even know how to describe it. She had drunk way more than she could handle, and it brought out a version of her I never thought existed. She was usually the quiet, well-behaved type, but tonight she was wild. I had to admit, I liked seeing this side of her.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

I can't control the flinch nor I can stop my body from shaking. "He is dead, girl. What have you done actually?." He looked up at me, a white plastic small rod between his full lips. His jaw looks so strong, his pointed nose and high cheekbone, his face's shadow enough to interpret power and domination. His strong, mean, and powerful looks can make everyone drop to their knees for him. And even powerful men would beg to stay on his side. He removed his cap, and under the brightest moonlight, I saw his eyes were electric blue, so soft yet so demanding of attention. As if his aura convey that he wasn't pleased with my silence. I gulped again. He shook his head.

Aurora said, making my heart skip a beat “therefore, this is the last time I want you to compare yourself to a bastard like Giovanni, do you understand me?” “Would you be by my side through thick and thin through it all?” I asked, keeping my eyes on hers. I could already read her answers through her eyes, her determination, and both her anger and pain. But there was an expression that had my wolf purr, and though I wasn’t sure what it meant, I was sure that I had found my home in the small woman who lay in my arms. “Until the end of time, Dante D’Angelo…”

I landed on the ground, I place my palm on the ground I can feel the ground, the soil, and I can feel little pain as I hit on the ground, as an angel I never feel anything when it comes to my body, we only feel emotions, like how to guard human and worship God, I feel so different, maybe this was what Alba warn me about, she said coming to earth as a human is very different, I will be tempted with physical desire, I didn't really give much thought to her words, I'm here to guard a guy, not a woman and not only is he a male he is always a vampire so I think I will be safe from the spirit of lust. as an angel sent to earth, if you relate with a woman in a physical way, you will automatically b

I walked out. Ever since I was a kid I had known about the mafia and I started getting trained since I was 16 by a guy I met during my childhood. I always went there after work which was always very tiresome for me cuz I also had to deal with my dad's beating after that. I've never been out if control except when I let my emotions get to me; especially my anger. I never wanted to expose this part of me but Theodore Black brought it out and I hope he knows a way to put this part of me back where it came from because I don't think she's going back anytime soon.

Dexter, with a playful quirk of his eyebrow, chimes in, "Is she stunning and hot? Her being human aside, her potential in mastering martial arts can always be honed and refined!" Blaze nods, his thoughts still ensnared by the memory of Astrid's luminous smile. "Oh, she's more than stunning. She's the most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out." Phoenix leans in, a glimmer of curiosity dancing in his eyes. "And what's she like, personality-wise?" As Blaze began to describe Astrid's character, his features underwent a transmutation, softening as he spoke. "She possesses an innate kindness, an exceptional intellect, and a rather formidable streak of possessiveness. There's an undenia