Angel Novels Romance Novels & Stories

“It’s his eyes, too. They’re a soft gray but they’re intense. Really intense. The kind that looks like they’re judging you without saying a word.” Lucas shook his head. “And you said you were terrible at writing fiction. Look at you, excelling at it and everything.” Elsa narrowed her eyes. “The more I look at you, the more I realize that Alexander is the universe’s way of creating a balance.” Lucas bent over, clutching his chest like an arrow had just gone through and groaned dramatically. “Relax with the jabs, El. That hurt.” She rolled her eyes. I stared at her like I was seeing her for the first time.

After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again. Callan rolled onto his back, reaching out his big hands to grab my waist and pulling me up on top of him. "Get on top," he told me, his dark blue eyes looking right into mine. I didn't wait. I climbed over his legs, sitting right on his hips. I leaned down and licked his big chest, tasting his salty sweat and running my tongue all over his hard muscles. I grabbed his big, hard dick with my hand, holding it straight up. Slowly, I pushed my hips down, sliding his thick cock deep back inside my wet pussy.

This was a claim. Angeline met him with equal fervor. She arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer as if she wanted to merge their very skeletons. Roman groaned into her mouth, his hand sliding down to the hem of her nightgown, pulling the silk over her head in one impatient motion. When he saw her fully—the curves he had only imagined through layers of mafia tradition—the air left his lungs. She was a masterpiece of defiance. "Roman," she gasped as his mouth moved to the sensitive skin of her throat.

“He has someone now and I like you too much to come between you two. Also, I was trained not to date married men.” I didn’t know if I could believe her or not, but she sounded genuine. This was the first time someone that was Anthony’s fling was kind to me. The others who knew me always resented me for being his friend, so it was weird to see someone like her being this way. “And don’t worry. Anthony and I never fucked. We only kissed back then. Looking back now… ew, he was one ugly kid.” Angela shuddered. I could not stop myself from chuckling at her words and the expression that came with it. Angela seemed to be a chill person and maybe she was not so bad after all, only condescending.

He thought Angela was a graceful and gentle woman. Unfortunately, you guessed wrong," said Angela, and Ansel just shrugged his shoulders. "I do not care. The important thing is that I still like Angela," Ansel exclaimed with a big and annoying smile. "Yes, and you maliciously detained my lover in Britain!" Angela rages. "How many times have I told you why, Angel? Oh my God, why are you so cruel to accuse me of being a criminal who has harmed my own friends?" complained Ansel. "I just need Regan," Angela muttered, staring out the window. ***

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Below us, Newvale City glittered at night like a fake starry sky. I shoved the window open, and the night air rushed in, icy and sharp, cutting through the pain for a second. It felt amazing. "Hey, Francis, what do you even like about me?" He paused, searching for words. "I'm not sure. The moment I saw you ten years ago, I just knew I had to have you." "Had to have me..." I snorted, a bitter edge to my laugh. "So, I never had a choice? I couldn't even just zone out and get through life?"

The sound of a book slammed shut echoes through the empty library. "You and I are done here Ange," said Alinta with blushing cheeks, an unsatisfied groan sounded in her head. "I am tired of these books! They start off so promising, and then it's a sex fest, where yet again the heroine proves to be a weakling, and the guy wins her heart; though I can predict he is going to stuff up a few more times before they become one and hopefully live happily ever after." "I see those red cheeks," Angela hissed spitefully.

Angie said, flashing Aurora a heart sign and then pulling out her phone. Just as Aurora reached the door, Angie suddenly let out a loud exclamation. Aurora turned around. "What happened?" "That damn author actually insulted me!" Angie shouted. Aurora walked over to the bed. "What are you talking about?" "I've been reading a novel for the past few months, and it's written so poorly it drives me crazy. I've been insulting the author for months, and now the author dared to insult me back! This is too much!" Angie replied angrily.

I asked, hoping to start a conversation. If possible, her eyes grew brighter behind the thick-rimmed glasses. “It is God of Fury,” she said excitedly. I wasn't a fan of books but I could tell Angela was really into that lifestyle. “What is it about?” "Okay, so..." She closed the book, narrating animatedly about two polar opposite male characters who are the epitome of, ‘grumpy x sunshine,’ according to her. She told me how great their chemistry was even though one kept denying his feelings because he hated himself. I watched her gesture wildly as she explained that her favorite character was Nikolai even though she related more with Brandon.