Novel & Cerita Angel Fangs Piercings

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

"I am deeply and truly sorry, angel. Please find it in your heart to forgive me." His fingers lightly slid up her arm to the tiny sleeve of her nightwear and he slowly pulled the sleeve off her shoulder, replacing his fingers with his lips and she almost hissed in pleasure. "Greg..." She tried to speak but it only came out as a weak whisper. "Greg I..." She stiffened and felt him freeze behind her as they were interrupted by Cameron's loud wail.

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

Damon’s POV It’s been a long day, me and Angel sit in silence her wrapped in my arms as we just look at our boy laid in a ditch, it feels surreal but also feels like it’s the end of the pain. It’s a strange feeling I can’t quite explain. I glance at the locket I place around Angels neck, it was a good choice, and I have a matching locket on a keychain. I got us items that would match anything we were doing or wearing. Her chain is long enough to stay intact during a change to wolf too.

“I saw him before I knew what fate even was. We made our parents go halfway across the world to bring him home. This is not just a bond. This is destiny forged in blood and fire. You don’t get to touch it. You don’t get to breathe near it.” He kisses my temple, then sits back. And that’s when I decide—no more warnings. I lift my chin. “Cover your ears. And watch.” I reach into Angie’s body through the bond and begin to draw out her energy, savoring the sting. She twitches. The crowd holds its breath. Then I scream. The sound rips from my lungs like a banshee made of fire, loud enough to burst her eardrums. Blood spills from her ears, her nose, her eyes. She falls to her side, writhing, until

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

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 continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

I squeaked, the blood draining from my face. “Put on the helmet Angel” Angeles instructed, not even looking at me. “But-“ “Angel” Angeles hissed, turning his attention to me completely, “Nothing is going to happen to you alright? Put the helmet on, get in the car and have some fun. Come on baby – fun. Danger, you love danger” he said, leaning on me. His breath tickled my neck, him giving me light pecks all along my jaw which made warmth pool inside of me. His hands trailed up and down my thigh, me shivering from the glorious touch.

he took another deep breath and held her hands in his before glancing deep in her eyes, "Will you be my girlfriend, Angel?" "No."