Angel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Now Regan was standing in front of them. "Are you done with the play?" Ansel's quip made Angela turn to look at him. "Even Ansel knows about the play!" cried Angela angrily. "Tsk, I have a feeling you've been having an affair with Ansel. In fact, you can trust him more than me." Angela walked away, leaving Ansel and Regan there. "Hey Angels. What are you jealous of me for? I don't even like this cold-blooded man. Hey, I like you even more!” shouted Ansel.

She wondered why he looked so shocked. “Is..there any problem?” “You are not a fangirl of Anthonio, that's rare, a woman who doesn't fancy him, he is literally famous among the ladies”. “Not his fan girl even before I got to know the real him”. She sneered. Damon glanced at her. “So tell me what do you like most about Bran the wolf,I will get into character for you”. Angela's eyes widened and sparkled with excitement. “Really?” She snapped in a high pitched voice.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

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

“So you’re saying it’s my fault he’s losing control?” “I’m saying you’re both suffering. You’re Luna, Taiga, and a rare one. Just like him. You’re both Elite Primes. Your strength comes from being one with him. And his comes from you giving yourself over completely. Until that happens, he’ll never be at peace. He’ll never stop fighting himself.” Her hand brushed his shoulder gently, almost maternal. “And his anger? It’s fear. He thinks you’ll leave. Just like everyone else in his life has abandoned him. That fear is rotting him from the inside.”

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

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.”

“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!

“Only because Lucifer is not a pervert like you. He doesn’t like girls with fake boobs and butt.” “Hahahahaha! Well, I don’t think that’s the only reason..” He said, meaningfully. “Could you just shut up and do your job so we could already accomplish this damn cake?!” “Aye aye, Ma’am!” I rolled my eyes at him and started reading the steps again. There’s no way that Lucifer would actually fall in love with Angela. And besides, Angela doesn’t like him too. She dumped Rafael and now, this perverted moron is telling me that she will probably try to hook up with my prince?! That’s not possible!

I Alex POV My angel looked like sin itself — wrecked, gaping, her pussy lips red and swollen, clit engorged and twitching, leaking my cum down her thighs in glossy streams. The sight of her used hole spasming, creamy with our release, nearly broke me. I wanted to shove back in, plug her full until nothing could leak out. But then I noticed — she’d drifted to sleep, yet her fingers still wandered between her legs. Even asleep, she scooped up the mess and pushed it back inside, moaning my name. “Fuck,” I muttered, cock stiffening all over again at the sight. My angel was insatiable, my perfect little slut. What good deed had I done to deserve this Luna — my love, my mate, my fucktoy, all in on