Angel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Angel Angel groaned as the music from his sister's radio blared in through his open bedroom door. He was having the best dream ever all about Sarah. It was so real: her beautiful eyes, her lips; he could even taste them. Who knew how far the dream may've gone. He frowned, listening to the music that interrupted his fantasies. His sister Sofia was only sixteen, but she'd recently discovered The Beatles and was blasting their music every chance she got. To top it off, the blow dryer was roaring.

She grins. I shake my head, Angel is foolish when it comes to seeing reality. She's not in love with Adrian, she's obsessed and needs to get that addiction treated but it's too late, she's forfeited her mate and now he is all she believes she has. Angel was friends with my older sister, so yes, she is older than Adrian. “Okay cougar, the ring?” I tilt my head and she strides away. I turn back to look at Camilla and Kristina, I grin summoning them into the ring. Kristina stays by ringside as Camilla slips in, she straightens where she is and we both nod.

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

Angel out of nowhere asks me, previously sitting near me and with his diaries on the table. —What thing?— I see him dirty , he moves with his head towards the ladies. I shake my head. Nerd. This is every last bit of her, all Fair, I guarantee you, even though I kind of encouraged her to do a ceasefire with Greece earlier today. Angel smiles and glances at it before murmuring, “I'm happy .” I hope it's not steamy. I wake up out of the blue to a chill down my spine, lifting my face from the pages of a Scottish folk book and wiping away the hints of saliva on my cheek and jaw.

Sincerly, Angel Franco

Angel let out a long, satisfying scream… * * * Awaking while bolting upright in her bed, Angel clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream. Sweat beaded along her brow. Reaching down, she felt her cum smeared across her thighs. This dream was the most outrageous yet. There was no way that Bastien would do those things. It had been an exhilarating fantasy-torture dream, only for her to come down to harsh reality. Her mind, her inner self was trying to turn him into the ultimate dom and for her… the ultimate man. Only it was just a dream, a secret wish that would never come true.

Amelia was already content that she h it was just her imagination, she was happy and satisfied, but deep down wanted more, wanting the real person there. " Real Damian will never worry for me, but since you are in my imagination, you care for me, it's just how I thought you to be in my space. I will eventually have to wake up from this imagination, so don't treat me so well, or I will not want to wake up ", Amelia begged softly. Damian was confused for a moment and then suddenly realized why she was being so affectionate and open with him. So she thinks he was in her imagination? Damian should be angry or upset, but instead, he was chuckling like crazy and happier than before, he never thoug

That was irrational to even think. “So what? Have you seen him? Riccardo Alfanso still looks like a walking sex beast?” Rachel’s words made Nina's eyes widened. “You know what? I am so done with you and your fantasies,” Nina made a grossed face which made Racheal laugh. “I am just kidding, Ni. I know he is married. Besides, his wife, Aniya Alfanso looks like an angel and I have even heard that she is an angel hearted person too and their love story is like an angel trapping a devil in her arms,” Rachel spoke, giggling.

“Fuck… you’re going to regret it, Cilia. Every insult. Every look. Every time you made me feel small.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low, guttural groan I came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across my stomach and chest. My cock pulsed in my fist, spilling again and again while the fantasy played behind my eyes. I kept stroking through it, milking every drop, thighs shaking. When it finally faded, I lay there breathing hard, cum cooling on my skin. The rage was still there, quieter now but deeper, settling but ready. She had no idea what was coming.