Angel Fanfic Novels & Stories

he whispered huskily. He ran a hand along my jawline and I hissed in pain retracting from his hand. He frowned at me before he raised a hand and slapped me across the face. "For an angel, you sure are weak and pathetic. No wonder your own mate doesn't want anything to do with you. I don't even know why the guy that paid us wants you in the first place" he spat at me and walked out of the room. "You're lucky he wants you untouched and alive" one of the other men in the room mumbled.

He grinned. That angel knew how to kiss. [Male lead’s favorability for June Weng +5 current favorability rating : 5%]

"This girl is so lucky to have a man like you. You love her this deeply. You're even willing to forget what your father did in the past, just to save her. Ironic, dramatic, uhm, it's a romantic story that touches my heart the most. But unfortunately... she's already starting to falter." Ace didn't react at first. He still sat and turned his face the other way. He would look anywhere, just not at Angela. That woman was disgusting and Ace hated seeing her in such close proximity. Until then, Angela continued speaking. "There's another guy trying to get close." Ace turned his head, he was provoked. Who was the other man Angela was referring to?

I hit send and shove the phone into my bag before I can overthink it. Blue grins beside me. "Good. Keep it short and cutting. Make him feel it." My phone vibrates almost immediately, and I take it out, biting my lower lip. My pulse races as I read the text. I can almost feel his anguish. AZREN: Angel, I'm sorry. I was terrified of losing you. I couldn't risk anything happening to you. Please don’t give me the cold shoulder. I’m running on fumes over here. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to soften. Instead, I type back coldly.

he growls, looking a little unhinged because I’m not affected by his Alpha power. "Well, I am Angelique Monroe and as such I am telling you that I don't give a shit who you are and I will do whatever I damn well please," I reply with a nasty smile that just makes him even angrier, "If I want to get close to Franco, I will. If I want to kiss Franco, I will. And if I want to have Franco inside me, I will. As many times as I want. In every possible position. And you'll be the last thing on my mind because he'll be taking the whole sp..." I see him pounce on me and I gasp, covering my face in reflex.

At the image of the Alpha on his knees flashing in my mind, my cheeks tinged pink, fission forming in the pit of my stomach. “Oh, you are imagining it, aren’t you?” She giggled. “Shut up!” We stilled, sensing the raging steps approaching our way. I tilted my head towards the entrance to see Angel leaning against the wall. “Oh, please don’t stop on my account. I was having fun listening to your impossible fantasies.” “Are you not ashamed to eavesdrop?” Athena scowled at her, crossing her arms together. Angel ignored her, standing in front of me, chin raised high. “It will never work…whatever you do for him, Princess Lana. He will never fall in love with you.”

Angel’s Pov. After dinner, he took me on a late-night drive around the city, eventually stopping on a hill with a breathtaking view of the skyline shimmering below. We sat on the trunk of his car, our fingers intertwined, the cool night air brushing our skin as we gazed at the heavens. His warmth anchored me, his thumb grazing my knuckles in a rhythm that felt both soothing and possessive. “Raul,” I murmured, breaking the quiet. He hummed, his deep voice vibrating through me. “Was your marriage to Catalina forced?” I asked, my voice soft, eyes fixed on the stars to avoid his gaze. He didn’t answer immediately, the silence was heavy. “Yes, Angel,” he finally replied, his ton

Angel "Cut the crap, Angie!" Rachel shouts in disbelief. God! That girl has a loud voice. Again, the whole cafeteria turns to look at us. "I'm being serious!" I whisper and look at Ally who is looking at me in amazement. "You can't be friends with Ace Carter! In his dictionary, friends means friends with benefits!" Rachel warns and slaps her forehead. "God, don't tell me you already slept with him." She sighs, and my eyes widen.

She was with Kian. I looked at them at their table and considered this. They sure looked closed but I wasn’t worried. Kian couldn’t possibly like an omega like her. I was just pissed that Bastain was distracted with her here. Kian was a strategic man with high standards and an established position. Angel was a divorced Omega with a tutoring job and a forum post asking for secondhand competition equipment. The arithmetic didn't produce anything threatening. "I miss Mom." I turned. Finn was looking at his plate with the small, folded expression he got when something was bothering him and he was trying to decide whether to say it.