Angel Falls A Novel Christmas Novels & Stories

Next Christmas Kate “Merry Effin’ Christmas Eve, Angel,” Dorian whispers into my ear, mindful of the little one who’s crawling across the hardwood floor in the living room at warp speed. Anne is one year old today. Two weeks ago, she started crawling, and now it's like she's a professional crawler. It's like she's been doing it forever. “It'll be a merry fucking Christmas Eve,” I whisper back, before Anne reaches us. "Happy anniversary." Just like it was never a merry effing Christmas this would be so fucking different that it actually hurts to physical so that would be a ljysicaind way to I had nondivkihjj add that with a touch of magnesium dlo and I'm

But this time, it was Angel’s face. His expressions. The way he looked at Tony. His sweet sweet voice. The way Angel felt in his arms. How he fit there perfectly. His heart felt like it was being jabbed with dozens of needles. Then the way Angel said ‘..mi ami.. (love me)’ His whimpers. His heat. Then— “Uhm, young master...” A voice. A Santa De Leones’ man braved himself to step forward. His body was shaky, his eyes wide.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Laurent didn't voice that he was amused by her, he had experienced girls falling over him but not resist his charm like she tried to. That was new. But not for long. Rules were for the Angels who reside up in heaven, he was a fallen from the land of sinners. Who would stop him?

"Gift?" "Yes, a Christmas present." She answered. "And yours?" The lady asked. She shrugged. "Any plans for Christmas?" "Yes, me and my blanket, snuggling on my bed," she whispered and laughed. "Too cold outside." After buying the gift she was checking out of the shop when the owner gave her the booklet, the same one she wanted to buy, " A gift for your next novel. May you have a miraculous Christmas!" She winked.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

While dozens of wolves with Renald in the front running on the street below us. “Sarah J Maas. She writes books about faes with great erotic sceeeeEEENNS!” The angel just took another sharp turn to the right. But a wolf jumped from the building on the right. Luckily, Renald had appeared –or as the angel said, winnowed, to the wolf and snapped its neck right then. “You have weird references, huh?” the angel continued, “Hold on tight.” “I’m already holding on tight!” “Then hold on tighter.”

Xavier sneaked his hand under her left arm and grabbed her neck, not too tight to harm her but just tight enough to let her know that she was playing a dangerous game. “When did my little sweet Angel turn into a seductress goddess? Do you see what you're doing to me? Angels aren't supposed to make someone feel this way.” His voice was low and deep as he grazed his nose on that sensitive spot on her neck. “Maybe I’m a fallen angel.” Angelina let out in a shaky voice, grinding her bare ass on Xavier's hard on. She couldn't help the burning sensation between her legs. She missed him so much. She missed his touch, his kisses and all the sinful things that he does to her.

I'm sorry,” Elina snapped and moved away from Angel, panting and trying to control her heartbeat. “I brought the clothes… please get ready, mom asked me to show you around,” Elina blurted out and quickly stormed out of the bathroom awkwardly. Angel arched his brows questionably and glanced down at himself, “Silly girl,” he muttered and grabbed a towel. ____ “It's mostly snowing here…are you sure you aren't feeling cold,” Elina said to Angel as she guided him down the snowy path leading to a vast place where she thought of showing him. The alpha was only in black jeans and a black t-shirt. While she changed into some warm clothes. Blue jeans with a long-sleeved white shirt and a long brown c

“Until I found my Angel.” Even saying his name changed something inside me. “His name is Azrael.” A tear slid down my cheek, but this one came with a smile. “I’m in love with him, Mama.” The words felt so beautiful. “So ridiculously in love.” I laughed softly. “He makes me feel...safe. Not because he’s powerful. Although God knows that man is terrifying when he wants to be.” I wiped my cheek. “But because I can breathe around him. I can laugh. I can be angry. I can be ridiculous. I can just...be Mina.”