Angel Of Vengeance Book Novelas e Histórias

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.

Feeling a stir in my suit pants. Stomping hard on it. “I have to warn you, Seraphina,” I start in a gruff voice, “do not tempt the devil. Unless you’re ready to burn.” ---------

My demons were eating and scratching at my sanity now, I would either end up snapping her neck in two before I could get the answers from her brazen act or keep my fucking calm and the second option was a death sentence because I could not keep that facade of calm when a viscous magma was awakened and rupturing deep within me in the form of vicious anger that seeped out of my skin and was treacherous enough that I could see the black and fucking red mist that engulfed my eyes. Standing in my gray sweatpants and a black singlet that exposed my Burly built and hugged it tightly, with the appearance of a sinister, viscous, violent God, my jaw ticking, my cock hardening from the intensity of the

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

ANGEL “My body might respond,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to kill you.” “Promise?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and delight. “That makes my dick harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life with you trying to murder me while I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you into oblivion? That’s my fucking fantasy. Other men dream about tropical vacations. I dream about you with a gun to my head while I’m making you cum so hard you cry.”

The once pure becomes black as anger and vengeance surface. Placing the ingredients in their rightful places as the pentagram is made with ice and perfection. The once-promising and talented, marking its stance and standing as an aristocrat is nowhere to be found, as a tainted angel who turns into a devil with the ability of the God’s Capricorn is seeking revenge from the world and the other side where it can only find its death satisfaction. “Kill or be killed, I’ll surely be the one to kill and gain the body count I always seeking to be.”

Her hellfire traveled through the ground, then shot up like a pillar, completely catching the third angel within it. A sharp agonising scream filled the skies. It shocked the angel facing Vanora so much that Vanora got a clean strike through her chest. As Vanora stared at the second angel falling to the ground, she realised that she was still glowing white. The agonising scream was also ongoing. She looked back at the angel who was convulsing on the floor in pain. When they made eye contact, the angel shouted angrily, "What a sadistic and cruel power this is! You're so horrible!"

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

I grabbed an extinguisher and rushed toward the gas tank still burning. Minutes later, the remaining flames were under control. When I reached Lisa, she had already fallen unconscious. Her cheeks and neck were covered with horrifying blisters from severe burns. Beside her, George was beyond recognition—his entire body charred black, only his chest rising and falling with the faintest trace of life. I wouldn't deny it—my heart went numb for a single, fleeting moment. All the resentment and tangled history between us flashed through my mind like fragments of an old silent film.