Angel Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

While dozens of wolves with Renald in the front running on the street below us. “Sarah J Maas. She writes books about faes with great erotic sceeeeEEENNS!” The angel just took another sharp turn to the right. But a wolf jumped from the building on the right. Luckily, Renald had appeared –or as the angel said, winnowed, to the wolf and snapped its neck right then. “You have weird references, huh?” the angel continued, “Hold on tight.” “I’m already holding on tight!” “Then hold on tighter.”

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

she said and smiled, “Besides, it is temporary.” Nadia nodded, albeit reluctantly, hating that the older woman was right. Nana Viktoriya left and shut the door. Nadia left the table area and started to pace about, thinking of how to go about setting up the meeting with Angel. When she couldn’t think of a way without involving someone else, she let out an exasperated huff and went to pick up a book on a shelf at the corner of her bed, determined to occupy her mind with something else. The book she picked was the second book of a fantasy series about a fallen angel and a witch. The author had the knack of making her forget her reality and she was counting on the skill to help her now.

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

"She's that vicious?" "Mm-hmm." Aurora nodded. "Angie told me earlier that she's reading a novel right now. Because the plot didn't go the way she expected, with the female lead not forgiving the scummy male lead but instead falling for the supporting male character, Angie completely broke down. She's been relentlessly attacking the female lead and the author, using filthy language to insult them. She accused the author and slandered her. Even though I'm her cousin, I can't stand her comments. They're so vulgar and unrefined.

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.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Angel and I together, managed to convince her brother-in-law, Enzo Josiah, to set Anna free, and they opted for a divorce. So my wife has someone to call blood family and hang out with. In fact, they go to Buffalo once in a while to visit Stephie. I felt a light tap on my shoulder, awakening me from my world of deep thoughts. I was startled. “You scared me, Angel.” I complained, sitting up straight. Angel threw her weight on the sand next to me and crossed her legs. Her tender gaze shifted from my face to the golden sunset she’s been showering under. “Who would have imagined?” She commenced, grinning. Her glare became more deep and layered as she spoke.

And Heaven help me, despite being on my period, that sound makes me grow wet instantly. "Oh, Angel," he breathes when the laugh dies, his voice thick with something feral. "You're being a very bad girl." I pout slowly. "Am I?" I whisper. "Are you going to punish me, husband?" His pupils dilate again. For one second I see the real Azren behind the haze. I see his hunger, guilt, and desperate need. Then the glitter snaps back. He leans in closer, his lips hovering over mine, not touching.