Angel Novels Romance Novels & Stories

Angel’s Pov. After dinner, he took me on a late-night drive around the city, eventually stopping on a hill with a breathtaking view of the skyline shimmering below. We sat on the trunk of his car, our fingers intertwined, the cool night air brushing our skin as we gazed at the heavens. His warmth anchored me, his thumb grazing my knuckles in a rhythm that felt both soothing and possessive. “Raul,” I murmured, breaking the quiet. He hummed, his deep voice vibrating through me. “Was your marriage to Catalina forced?” I asked, my voice soft, eyes fixed on the stars to avoid his gaze. He didn’t answer immediately, the silence was heavy. “Yes, Angel,” he finally replied, his ton

Levi reminds him, as they both turn towards me with hungry filled eyes. "Fuck, Angel." Salem moans at the sight of me touching myself. "Oh, she's far from an angel, can't you see?" Levi smirks. "You're right. She's much more breathtaking than one." Salem retorts making me blush. He moves back in between my legs, before looking deep into my eyes. "Are you ready, Angel?" he asks me softly, gently running his hands up and down my thighs. "Yes." I moan, more then ready.

He tells me about her refusing to be a victim—that specific quality that comes through in every version of the Valentina stories Dante and Isla tell, the quality of someone who was given difficult things and didn't perform the difficulty but addressed it and kept moving. He tells me about her love for him—the part he tells in the shortest version, not because it's least important but because it's most personal. The personal parts have a different quality from the story parts, require different words. The version he gives me is compressed to its most essential form: he loved her, she loved him, the loving was real and unfinished when it ended.

How can God create a mane with those? “You started it and if I was a vampire, then you would be the only blood I would love to taste and will make sure other vampires won’t get a share of you,my lady”. Angela cheeks flushed, she stopped struggling and stared at him. “Is that supposed to be romantic?” she asked with a questioning brow raised. His eyes softened more under her gaze and slowly he went down to her lips without hesitating any longer, he kissed her deeply, she was lost for the first few seconds then had to snap out of it.

Angelus replied Rheagal while walking towards the direction of the bus station. ”Why should I go to your place when I’m not yet your boyfriend??” Rheagal asked the exiting Angelus while walking hastily after her, trying to catch up with her. ”You really are a funny dude but don’t you worry! I like you and I haven’t really dated any guy since the Seven Hundred and Ten Million Years of my existence so let’s give this a try and see how It goes but mind you…...............If for a second you try to break My heart….........................I’ll kill you in a heartbeat or I might never forgive you and even If I do?? I'll never go out with you again.......................so Impress me very well then

She wouldn’t be able to fight because well her soul would burn in hell and then she would die off, and Hecta would take over and make things happen that are bad and destructive. “No.” Anabel said shaking her head. “I don’t think it’s right that you think you could use this spell to make me fall in love with you, and forget about those that I actually love.” She sid shaking her head again. “No!” she said trying to get up, but she was weak from all the damage he inflicted on her. “Please I love Marcus, you cannot take that away from me.” “Too bad Angel.” He said picking up the book and walking away from her. “I know it’s what I want, and that is all that matters.” He said leaving the room.

Gale lowered his gaze. The next day, Gale and Angel vanished from Tourmaline Estate. Angel simply left behind a letter. There were a few sentences on the letter. [Daddy, Mommy, I’ve gone somewhere far away together with Gale. Please don’t miss me too much. I’ll return ten years later.] Sir Ares was enraged. He questioned, “Why did I even raise my daughters? They’re all leaving with other men just like that now that they’re grown up.” Angeline replied to him, “You’re right. It’s useless to raise daughters. I used to be Rose Loyle. Why didn’t I return to the Severe family to reunite with my parents instead of coming to you and marrying you as soon as I returned to the world?”

Hi Lovelies, welcome to my new story!!! It’s my first werewolf romance and I’m so excited. I hope you like it. Add it to your library, drop a comment, throw a vote my way — your support means everything and keeps me writing. Let’s build this together. — Angela Shyna ♠️

"In between fighting to save the world from life threatening microbes that could potentially kill us if left like that, I do happen to obsess about that man and may or may not have grown a cult like following for him that has almost two million people." Ang without saying anything simply walks up to Annalise and gives mini bow. "Mistress?" Now I swear that I can see stars in Ang's eyes… "The one and only." Annalise replies and reaches out to hug Ang in almost motherly way…mind you the both of them are probably the same age!!! "Can someone please explain to me what's going on?" I ask with my arms folded across my chest trying to make sense out of their rambling "What is happening is that I am

“His first love isn’t me. 1107 isn’t even my bank card PIN.” “Then, how do you explain him giving you the bracelet?” “I gave him a watch and a Magic Fingerprint Ring too. It’s just exchanging gifts. “If he has other intentions toward me, he should say it. I don’t think liking me is something shameful.” Rachel still would not let it go. “Maybe there was never any 1107. Maybe the person he likes is you.” Something thudded in Angela’s chest, like she had been struck. She laughed lightly and said, “Then I’ll be clear with him. Dating is fine, but I won’t get married, and I can’t have children anymore.”