Angel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He chuckled at the expression on her face and silenced her with his lips again as she tried to speak but she wouldn't even have spoken if she had wanted to because he took her mind off every thoughts except the feel of him, his body and his heart. She and their children were his everything. She was his world. She was His Angel. The End ❤❤❤❤ We've finally come to the end of this story and I'm so so happy. Thank you so much!🙏🏻❤ Do check out my other story, "Married But Single." Leggo! 🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ l love y’all ❤️❤️❤️

She didn't protest, instead, she buried her face into my chest letting go of all her tears. By opening up to me she was letting me see her cracks. I knew I couldn't completely heal her but I wanted to try my best. Each of the people who'd hurt her was going to pay, they were going to pay for their sins by their lives and nothing was going to stop me. "Please don't leave me, Kaden," She cried, "I can't lose you, I can't bear losing you too." "I'll never leave you, Angel. I will be here till the end even if it means that I need to defeat the death." I kissed her forehead and her wings shielded us before she pressed her head against my chest and let her hands wrap around me.

🍒Angela 🍒 And as if a sudden realization hit my mind, my eyes grew big. Was this...? "C'mon Angel, I didn't plan this for myself," he spoke, leaning towards my ear, "but if you still want to stay close, we can still go back home and--"

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

she added. When Andrew spoke Lana spontaneously stared into his eyes. And at that moment, she saw a different feeling in them. Tenderness, affection? Either way, she wasn’t sure. But she was sure it wasn't desire or even more so not lust either. "You know what? For me, that's not the true measure of being a fan. A true fan knows how to love without asking or waiting for anything in return. Unconditional love," Andrew explained. Lana just smiled there so the young man continued.

Emily cut in. "Shut up" Vivian said and turned back to Isabella. "Its not my fault that I thought that night after the party would turn to something more. Anyways I ran into him at the bar and he said it was just a fling and he had no interest in starting anything serious. Anyways it doesn't matter. I really don't care. I'm just telling you because birds of a feather flock together, and you just gotta be careful. Because one minute you might be moving in with Samson and making all these big plans and decisions together, and he will just wake up one morning, and to hell with everything. You can't trust these Men nowadays "

Lucifer asserted, tucking his hands inside his sweatpants and stomped towards the door. "Thank you so much! Really!" She appreciated. But he ignored her and shuts the door behind him. Angela sat there without letting go of her rusty smile. 'Is he a tsundere?' Angela wondered. She tossed those thoughts away and opened messenger on her phone, and texted her bestie, Bethany Addams. [Hey Beth! You there?"] [No! I am dead! Hmph!] [I am so sorry girl! I was on low bat TT TT]

“What, Cassian? What's so special about her?" Silence stretches between us; I stare at him, chest heaving, waiting, but he remains quiet. I swallow hard, blinking back the salty tears, as I lift my chin. “Then let’s make it easy.” My voice trembles as I whisper the words that taste like poison. “I, Angela Ironveil, reject Alpha Cassian Ironveil as my mate.” The words hang between us like a blade. Cassian’s head lowers, his breath turning ragged. His fists clench, his body shaking, not from pain, but from fury.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"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?