Angel Of Devil Novels & Stories

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

Clenching my fist I looked up and I was correct. "I saw you checking me out." Raphael said as he scanned my body. I sucked in a breath and spoke up. "I know who you are." I said hoarsely. "Took you a while to figure out Miss. Lebedev." He replied. "How is your father?" He smirked. "Stay the fuck away or I'll-" "Kill me." "Inform your father the 'devil'." "You'll do what red?" He said with a bored tone. Red?

the devil whispered. Just one finger. Then two. Then three. Angel was panting, writhing, trying to hold on to his sanity like it was a receipt in the wind. Every nerve in his body screamed in confusion—and somewhere deeper, a quiet ache stirred. This bastard didn't even exchange names with him! It felt so… wrong. Obscene. Something he’ll burn in hell for. But beneath it all, something coiled. Something shameful. Something hot. He moaned. Loudly.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

That surprised me. I could feel her watching me, trying to piece together who—or what—I was. But I didn’t give her answers. I didn’t give her comfort. I’m not a savior. I’m the man you meet when the angels already gave up on you. --- Halfway through the drive, her voice cracked through the silence. “I didn’t apply for that.” I didn’t respond. “They told me it was a bar job,” she said, like that explained everything. Like I needed her to justify being tricked into selling herself.

Any women except Angela, who looked at him in the eyes without flinching. "Do you know who you are talking to?!" Andrew shouted at her but immediately halted at Lucifer's raised hand. Signalling him to stop. "You have some guts to do that, Miss Colton. Perhaps you don't know I am hmmm?" As the devil possessed him, his voice turned temptingly smooth. Angela's heart wavered for a second looking into his deep gaze. So deep it could consume her into an endless abyss. She straightened her back trying to look more confidant and smirked. "Oh, I don't care who you are, to me you are just a patient,"

She sits straight up in bed, “Do you want to tell me that not only do you get Angels, but fucking heaven is for real.” With only a small wicked smile, I pull her back into my arms, “Where do you think I come from?” She goes dead quiet; then there is the very thing that I knew would happen, her body starts to tremble. It does not even take her but a mere five seconds and she pushes me away. “Are you really the Devil?” “Yes, my love, I am the Devil’s son.” “Then that means that you come from that pit of burning fire where all people fall when they have sinned.”

She had been waiting for this day, when she would tell the person she loves, how she felt. Lucifer eyes instantly widened when he heard her last statement. The Duo's heartbeat became loud and clear in the room as the both of them stared into each other's eyes. Angelica knew that it was really stupid to love the Devil, who made this world imperfect but she couldn't control her feelings. She couldn't differenciate the right from the wrong anymore. "Ann..." Lucifer opened his mouth to talk but he couldn't say anything "Y..you need to stop this, Angelica. You need to stop!! Are you insane?" Lucifer said almost yelling out. Obviously, no one could hear him because he is in his spirit form.

They are one second away from fucking each other into oblivion. 'No, they seem like they're one second away from killing each other from where I'm standing.' Angel folded her arms at her chest. 'Then you need to go stand somewhere else,' the Devil girl rolled her eyes. 'Hush up, I want to see how the rest of this plays out.' "Oh, you're so not the woman I thought you were," Max stared daggers at me. "You're so manipulating with that innocent act of yours."

the truth was that I couldn't read into his actions. . He was more like the devil in disguise, wearing an elegant suit, while Sinclair is the handsome, devious demon you know is evil, but cannot stop falling for. They were all dangerous for me not to forget the literal demon who was named Angel Talking about Angel, a soft purr rang from the door. Angel sat at the doorway staring at us. Alaric glanced over with a tired expression while I was too scared to even face her. "You should not be here." He said. She meowed pitifully and then strode towards Alaric with sparkling eyes. Her gaze fell on me, she hissed sharply before ignoring my existence, which in this situation was a good thing...