Angel Novels & Stories

Alpha Draven didn't look at him and Beta Vigo rolled his eyes at the indirect insult. “Well, we all know Agnella is a half-wolf which is her father’s genes. Therefore Agnella must take half of her mother’s genes too to make her half of what creature her mother is. It's very obvious Araceli is not human.” Beta Vigo pouted feeling proud of himself.

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

Rachael asked “I… I think” he paused and immediately knew she must be an angel “I think she is an Angel” he said “An Angel?” she repeated then looked at Arnold “Where is Metatron?” she asked and he knew “She is definitely an angel” he said “Come in please” he said Uzor moved from the way, allowing her to come in and Arnold immediately recognized her and he grew angry and dashed towards her with the speed of light and grabbed her neck and lifted her with one arm off the ground

Beaming. "I'm swooning over you guys." Angela chirped fist bumping Lennox. She let out a low warning growl when Hunter flicked her forehead for fun and it f*cking hurt. "Wanna die?" She gritted as his brows shot up. "The f*ck you teaching her?" Hunter glared at Lennox who seemed indifferent and was focused on his gorgeous wife conversing with Silvia, Emma, Aurora, and Catherine. Draken stood among Xander and Azure.

"Hello, Sariel." with a small nod, she acknowledged me. Tall and lean and perfectly sun-kissed regal elegance graced this angel. One of the deadliest of angels ever created a real predator. Dark straight hair is worn in a high ponytail. Peridot eyes that sparkled even at night, lined with long dark lashes, her perfect high cheekbones. A straight nose and rounded lips colored deep red. Her beauty drew you in, and like a black widow, she'll end while showing you love. Peridot wings dripped in emerald angel dust. One word described her, and she couldn't hide it or deny it. Lethal.

Hinata's expression quickly shifted from confusion to suspicion, and she crossed her arms defensively. “What are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice rising. “How do you know all this? You must be crazy!” Angela shook her head, about getting frustrated by Hinata's stubbornness. “You can look it up yourself. Antonio Montero. He’s an American celebrity. If you don’t believe me, search for him. His past, his family, everything you need to know is out there on the internet. He is not your Diego. He is my Antonio”. Hinata’s face flushed with anger and fear and her eyes widened at the sudden bravery in Angela's wet eyes.

We all have that one line we know we shouldn’t cross. The person we shouldn't look at twice, the boundary we're supposed to keep. This collection is about what happens when you stop fighting it.

Desire doesn't tempt—it fucking consumes. It sinks its teeth into your morals, rips them apart, and leaves you dripping, desperate, and damned. This isn't romance. This is dark, obsessive, boundary-shattering filth. *Wet, Willing and Forbidden* delivers EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT—throbbing cocks plunging deep, slick cunts clenching in surrender, mouths stretched around forbidden flesh, every raw, graphic thrust laid bare. These stories devour you with: - Obsession teetering on total ruin - Possessive, morally black lovers who brand skin with teeth and ownership - Brutal power exchange—collars, commands, choking grips - Dubious consent that melts resistance into frantic, quiveri

"What are you hiding, Mr. Blackwood?" Julian closed the gap in a heartbeat, leaving no space between them. She gasped, forced to tilt her head to meet his intense stare. "I. Have. Nothing. To hide," he said, voice cold, his gaze never wavering. The air crackled between them, charged and heavy. Anger lingered, but something else—something sharp and undeniable—hung there, too, just beneath the surface. Neither dared to acknowledge it. •°•°•°•°•°•°•° With her father’s health fading fast, struggling artist Leslie Harrison feels trapped, helpless to give him the care he needs. In a desperate twist, she finds herself caught in a marriage of convenience with billionaire Julian Blac

Welcome to Club Red—where sin is a promise, and surrender is inevitable. This isn’t just a club. It’s a playground for the rich, the ruthless, and the wicked. Behind its blood-red doors, power is intoxicating, desire is currency, and no one leaves unscathed. The men who rule the night here don’t ask—they take. They don’t fall—they claim. And they sure as hell don’t chase… until her. Each book in the Club Red series is a fast-paced, filthy, and a downright sinful ride into obsession, temptation, and the kind of passion that makes a man risk everything. From dangerous billionaires to possessive bosses and men who live in the shadows, these stories burn hot, hit hard, and leave you aching