Angel Grim Reaper Love Novels & Stories

You make me sick Christabel, let go of me. (Kelly storms out, sobs quietly as she tries so hard to keep the tears from falling. It was heartbreak all over again, the feeling of anger and betrayal overwhelmed her). Taxi! Where to Ma'am? Anywhere but here. Okay Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I can't help but ask, are you okay? Yes, I am, mind your business. Oh okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you the way I did. You didn't deserve it, Kelly said. It's alright Ma'am.

The stern voice frightened him too. "Au .. it hurts! can you be a little gentle with girls? Do you know? It’s so hurt!!" Ardina screamed felt pain from the angel's hand. And the grim reaper didn't care how painful it was to grip his hand on Ardina's wrist. He continued to grab Ardina's hand roughly. And unfortunately, the grim reaper doesn't have any pity. All souls in his eyes are the same, only spirits that must immediately face the ruler. Actually, where does Ardina want to be taken by the grim reaper? Will he be handed over to the ruler by the angel of death? **** To Be Continued.

Ahri realized that it was the same woman whom she saw at the library way back in her life as Julia. "Indeed, you foolish fairy should not have fallen for a reaper. You are not allowed to love him. I thought I made the right choice when I made you vanish in both realms. Why the hell did your path cross again?" "Why are you doing this, Schizilla?" The crow who had helped Ahri and Henri turned into its original GrimReaper form. "If I can't have him. I would rather send them to Tartarus." "We are GrimReapers, and we are not allowed to fall in love even in our own kind. Repent now to our father."

I dry retched. “A Nephelim girl,” he said lowly, inspecting her sliced neck. “Clean through with an adamantine blade. Only angels can wield such weapons.” He closed his eyes, placing his palm on her brow. Her pallid skin glowed faintly. Bolts of electricity stung Samael's arm. He hissed, wincing. His eyes flashed the palest blue. Nearly blind. “I can't read the imprint of her passage. Son of a gorgon.” He cursed “It's like I doused my eyes with acid. Someone blocked her death memory.” He wiped black tears from his cheek.

Angrier she thought Markees was all she had. The fighting the urge to console her wore off as he traveled across the room to hold her tight. Teya didn’t fight him as she engulfed his scent and melted into his strong arms. The truth was she was blaming herself. Everyone she ever loved or cared for died some brutal way. Her anger now was more towards Salina more than anything. “We need to end this.” She concluded, as they sat in the dark room holding each other until the sun rose.

I hate his arrogance, hate the suffering that my sisters and I must endure to sustain him, hate the control that he holds and exerts over us all. But I also love Chrys. I don’t want him to regret the way in which we finally find our way together—truly together, openly in love and bound by blood, the way all vampires mark their spouses. Chrys closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. When he opens them, they are filled with determination. ‘No,’ he says, ‘I’ll still do it. I’ll kill him. For you, my love.’

Inhaling her calming scent. I hated Agron and I still hate him for taking Amelia from me but now understand him a bit better. I understand his bitterness and hatred towards the other deities. His anger at them. Fuck! How am I supposed to survive this? To move on, to let go? Each day is a struggle to breathe. So how am I supposed to live with this torment? It fucking hurts and I don’t know how to deal with the anger, pain and bitterness churning inside me.

"Not just mates. Not just lovers. A weapon. A system. A defense against the impossible." "Exactly." The Reaper confirms. "Your father chose revenge over sanity. You choose love over everything. That's your advantage. That's your power. That's how you win. He fights alone. You fight together. He's motivated by hate. You're motivated by love. And love, Aurora, is stronger than death. Always has been. Always will be." "When do we start?" I ask. "Now." The Reaper raises her hand. The foundation dissolves. Reality shifts. Suddenly we're somewhere else. Somewhere dark. Somewhere between worlds. Somewhere that exists only in death's domain.

I asked on our way. “They can but may not,” she answered figuratively. “Reapers fall in love with humans but it’s up to the heavens if they’ll allow it,” she explained. I released a long and heavy sigh. Would the heavens even allow us? A medius and a reaper? The one who saves and the one who symbolizes death? “What are you doing here?” Grip was sitting on the bench with sight looking far away. “Umm... I like– you forgot to give me the straw!” I bit my bottom lip and looked away. I showed him the box of the cold choco.

"Give yourself to me. Get rid of that negative emotion you were feeling just now." Mila wrapped her arms around Grimm and she turned her head, letting him kiss on her neck. She couldn't understand why she left his lips even touch her again. He said some things that he could not come back on and yet, she was opening her body to him once more. Sighing, she closed her eyes and let the man she was pregnant by, seduce her. His kisses and him stripping her of her clothes, she just hoped that maybe it would help him rethink everything that he planned, but once Grimm made a deal about something, he couldn't come back on. He was not about to loosen his deal with Mila. That deal was solid and he could