Angel Fanfic Novels & Stories

Heart pounding in my chest as I feel the bloodlust replenishing me. Fuck it feel so good to hurt someone who pried on others. 'Crazy psycho bitch' Ania grumbles when I let our connection lay open again. The forced door between our minds opening once again as she rolls her eyes at me. 'Oh, you fucking love me'. I laugh out loud convinced that she really did but didn't often say it.. 'Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now, fuck off, will you. Focus on not getting killed, human' she hisses.

I have tried to fight the feeling because of our age difference, but even though she is way younger than I, I couldn´t help but feel attracted to her. Angela D´Angelo, the Lycan princess who stole my heart when she greeted me years ago. She was merely a kid, and I was a young man overcoming the trauma of my upbringing and shortcomings. Time has passed, and we have been toying with the idea of us being together until now, when the concept is not a mere figment of our imaginations but a possibility, and I can´t wait for what the future holds.

Feeling a pang of sadness, I listened intently to Angel’s response, hoping for some insight into their bond. “It’s okay, girls. I love him, and I know he loves me. Aoife is his best friend, but there’s a difference between friendship and love. Friendship is a beautiful connection, but love runs deeper. So even if you try to cast doubt on Gabriel, it’s futile. I have faith in his love for me.” Angel’s words resonated within me, stirring up memories of my past with Aoife and the regrets I carried. Overwhelmed by emotions, I approached Angel and gently took her hand.

“I wasn’t sure, but he doesn’t have a good reputation. People say he is a manwh*re and selfish, and even quite unstable. What happened on the day of your mate ceremony was weird; summing that with the fact that you are here, alone, hurt and without a mate mark, I can only assume that he hurt you.” “Hell! He isn’t only unstable! He is a monster, and he will pay for everything he did to me!” Angeline almost yelled, a frown formed on her pretty face and more blood oozed from her wound, making her totter. I held her arm, steadying her. “Not you or anyone else will stop me, Grant! I will go after Aaron!” she yelled once again, her blue eyes fixed on mine were filled with determination. “Daaaaamn!

His angel. Though he has stopped using that endearment after her deceive. Still, he wants only her, every morning, every night. To touch her, to feel her skin, after a tiresome day rest in her soft tunnel forgetting all the stress and worries of life. She will be his light in his dark world. But her one confession changed everything. Her one betrayal destroyed everything. **** Ana forwarded her palm under the running water to check the temperature. She sighed finding the water lukewarm. She switches off the faucet. With her index finger she slides down the dress and it pooled down on the floor unaware that someone slithered inside.

I try to close my eyes, but Lance stops me. " No, angel. Look at us." Lance orders, and I open my eyes again. Cliff pinches my nipple and the bud hardens under his touch. My orgasm is near, and my breathing becomes erratic. " Yes, that's right, Angel doll. Come for us." Lance commands.

She answered right back as if it was fixed on the tip of her tongue. "Who?" Laurent asked. He didn't sound curious to her, almost demanding. "What?" Laurent stood up, an inch distance between them, she backed up. Slowly he lifted his hands up and his shirt came off leaving his upper body fully bare on display for her to see. "Was it Michael? Let me inform you that I'm much better than him, physically as well as mentaly. Your ex boyfriend is bonkers and lanky." He bragged, he had no intention of comparing himself to the Angel he hated most and neither did he want to show himself as a better option but he did it anyway.

Sandra paced her opulent room, the plush carpet muffling her agitated footsteps. The moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting an eerie glow on her surroundings. She clutched her phone, waiting impatiently for the call she had placed to connect. Finally, a deep, gravelly voice answered, breaking the silence. "What is it, Sandra?" the voice growled, laced with impatience and anger. Sandra's lips curled into a sneer. "It's Andrea," she spat, unable to mask the venom in her tone. "That pathetic human is ruining everything. She was never supposed to be Luna. That position was meant for me."

The darker the night was, the shinier the stars were sparkling on the dark sky making it more alluring. But I was not allured because I was still on my bed with my eyes glued on the phone reading the chapters of this mafia book. So the ML didn't actually rape the FL, he just teared her clothes, kissed her body and then left her all alone to sulk. But he almost raped her, which is unforgivable and unforgettable. Now only three more chapters are remaining and I think that Angel, now has a soft corner towards devil and devil has already fallen in love with Angel. But I hope she rejects him and kill him brutally like he did with her family and boyfriend.

At this point she looks like a child being denied her favorite candy, it's just too cute to ignore and I burst out laughing the next second but one single glare from my mate is enough to put me in place as I try to stifle my laughter. "This is not funny Miles, I mean look at it, I see the attraction towards her in Dane's eyes, believe me it's even more intense than his love towards Melissa, I believe the rogue is his second chance mate" Angel says all giddy but her shoulders slump in dejection when I do not match her energy.