Romans & histoires Angel's Bliss

Because of that, she and Gabriel reconcile and happily mated together. “Thank you, Mark, and please stop standing here while looking around like you are guarding the place or something.” Angel says. “I’m just looking around Angel, don’t worry about me. Just enjoy your night.” I said. “You’re not. I know it bothers you, the fact that I was kidnapped and almost killed. I’m okay now, don’t worry about me.” She says. I don’t want to argue with her more. She supposed to enjoy this day. This is her ceremony.

I accidentally knocked over the cloth covering it earlier. But to think of it, the woman in the picture was very beautiful even though it looked old. She was wearing a black dress and a black veil was draped over her. She was also holding a bouquet of black roses, but her smile was so genuine, contradicting the darkness of the entire painting's vibe. Her face was too angelic, her eyes were so pretty too, and it seemed like she was the happiest person on earth. And there it was, I was busy adoring her entire existence in the painting when a realization hit my mind.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

hidden in their shadows. Angel walked forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones, entirely out of place in the rugged winter courtyard. Her eyes swept over the kneeling Elder Thomas, the disheveled Valerie, and finally landed on Draven’s bare, scarred chest. A sudden flash of greedy regret crossed her face when she realized the "monstrous" Alpha she had rejected was a magnificent, powerful god. "Well, well," Angel purred, her voice carrying a high-pitched, haughty velvet tone. "I come to check on the family arrangement, and I find my little stepsister completely failing to keep her husband's bed warm."

“Who are you?” “I’m, ah… Angel. Tritone.” She was an angel all right. Straight from Heaven, via the bowels of Hell. A temptress. Flushed with the haze of sleep, innocence and sensuality stared at him from those ocean eyes, and she had the most delectable lips he’d ever seen. Slender arms clutched the blanket to breasts that spilled from the sides, leaving barely anything to the imagination. Not that he needed to imagine since he remembered every splendid inch of those heavenly delights. If this woman wasn’t walking temptation, he didn’t know what was.

Selena did the same and so was the rest of their team. They were all emotional right there, leading to a decision that she should accept the offer. Getting to know him will increase their chances. Information is essential. Nisemono might have thought he outsmarted them but they can take advantage of it too. After all they are part of the Angel's entertainment. "Oi! Muchie!" The Angel of Death calls his friend, waving from a fair distance, flying to his friend. "Thank you for watering my flowers!" "Back so soon? Did you sent them already?"

I said and watched as she rolled her eyes at me. That girl was simply different. "My name is Angel, but I'm not one" she said and those words registered in my head. Damn, wasn't her words a huge turn on? She pushed my head slightly and buried her face in my neck. I shivered as her breath fanned over my skin. I felt her lips on my skin and my hands tightened on her waist. She opened her mouth and soon I felt her tongue dancing on my skin and my eyes closed at the pleasure that she was giving to me. Her warn tongue against my cold skin was pure bliss. Suddenly, I felt her teeth grazing against my skin. She pulled on slightly and I bit my lips to prevent myself from moaning.

Please God, let them not realize they deserve better, let them be my friends forever, please don’t spoil it this round,’’ I whispered a prayer quickly. My phone beeped and I picked it up to listen to the song. ANGELS BY MICHELLE MORRONE. I plugged my earphones in and listened to the song as I followed Cage’s instructions Life was awesome, the world was a beautiful place, a place full of dreams, if you were careful to see it, careful to open your eyes and notice the beauty in the world. I listened to the beautiful lyrics as I stood up to open my curtains. The world looked bright, the sun was shining bright, making everything to glisten, like crystals. I was smiling with my eyes closed as I in

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.