Angel Grim Reaper Love Novels & Stories

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

Rhea said. She reached out, her hands finding the jagged shards of silver chain that still lay on the altar. She didn't use her power to blast them; she used her hands to grip them, the holy metal burning her palms instantly. She looked at Ash, a final, heartbreaking smile touching her lips. "I love you, Ash," she whispered. "More than the moon. More than the pack." "Rhea, don't!" Ash lunged for her, but a wall of silver-and-black frost erupted from the altar, throwing him and the other Alphas back.

What does Damian see in her? [Well, guilt is one hell of a motivator. But I don't know… I'm getting some weird vibes from Bella. I don't think she was ever actually in love with him. Bella's face turned stormy. She snickered scornfully and called Damian right away. Damian sounded positively giddy to have received her call. "Bella! I'm so glad you've decided to talk to me again!" "Are you the boss, or is she? What kind of master lets his dog run off on her own?" Bella snarled.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

Still gaping like a fish does Isabella move to still take in the appearance of each of her handsome yet devilish men only to be drawn back to the present by Grant as he moves to speak, his voice holding an edge as if borderline evil “Hello Agapi Mou (My Love), Long time no see.”

He was madly and insanely in love with her. If it was me, I would have wanted him to walk away because the thing he thought was love was clearly a love potion still working overtime. "Ragnar," Grace yelled his name desperately. "I came to y-you with the intention of revenge b-but I truly fell in love wi-with you and I r-regret it. I hate it but I c-can't help it, I truly love you, pl-please save me." Grace cried out. What kind of a useless witch was she? Save yourself bitch.

She didn’t dwell too much on the decorations, those details had no bearing on her prerogative so her eyes slid over them as she searched for the human that was about to die. One of a reaper’s abilities was being able to sense death before it happened; it was like an itch in the back of her brain that intensified the closer she got to the person. It wasn’t always accurate, which is why her Archangel officially gave her assignments but Lisa’s senses were better than most. She could feel the human was just in front of her, obscured by a massive bookshelf. A trail of blood and glass shards confirmed her perceptions.

she kept repeating more to her self than me, and I wanted to ask her who she's talking about but only said "it's just a dream Keerah, nothing you saw was real, I'm here with you and that's what's real" I whispered a couple of times into her hair which was a mess but still looked good. Keera later stopped crying after listening to my words of comfort she then pulls away slowly to look into my eyes before offering me a smile and that smile was all I needed to see I just couldn't hold back anymore I know I don't believe I could still fall in love after what happened with Jade but fuck love I just can't resist kissing those lips anymore and this time around I don't intend to apologize to her aft

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

With rhythm, they both looked at Alessia with horror on their faces. “Babe...” was all Arthur can say and unmount on the top of Celine. He walked towards Alessia and tried to hold her forearm causing Alessia to avoid herself, as well as her eyes. He’s naked and Celine’s naked and she can’t look at them without vomiting in disgust. “I can explain—” that was cut off by a loud and painful slap coming from Alessia.