Angel's Bliss Novels & Stories

So these three angels come to bless my life, to tighten the bond between me and Casmien, and above all to form a family. THE END ********************

Blair Angel was an arsenal of sensuality. The redhead closed her eyes for a second, allowing herself to be everything the people around her thought she was. Deep down, she knew she was unreachable at that moment. His body was a ready-made rhythmic choreography, engaging as if he knew and dominated the environment, the music, the moment. "I think I saw an angel" Anna commented, looking seriously shaken.

Lighting my body on fire Wishing For more Wanting for more "Did you miss me, my angel?" He says in his hoarse voice. I can’t lie to him this time. He already finds a way to control my body. My whole body was born with his Dangerous Passion. Phone ringing Angel reaches her hand to the dresser where her phone is. She takes the phone and answers it when she covers herself all over with a blanket. "Hello," she says when she is still sleepy "Angel, where are you? Everyone is waiting for you." Her friend said to her

Angel cried triumphantly as she brandished a scrap of paper. “Damn it Knight!” ..............................

“So you can tell everyone that it appeared as a result of the Goddess' blessing; it's an angel manifestor.” I frowned. “Angel manifestor?” I asked, confused. “Yes,” said Azael. "Before an angel awakens their power, a line is etched on their wrist indicating the waiting time for their wings to sprout. The Goddess blessed you, so your power will awaken at some point, but since you are not of pure angelic lineage, the marker is not engraved on you." I opened my mouth in total shock, incredulous at so many details. “That's—”

She gripped the glass tighter, tears suddenly stream down her eyes, she was worried, yet couldn’t move any step towards him. The moment she saw him turning his face to Pocco and ready to suck his blood, she whispered, “Please, don’t, please, Blake... I know you’re a good person, please prove to me I’m not wrong. That I’m right in choosing you over my duty as an Angel.” She knew that he was not able to hear it, but she didn’t whisper it for him to hear her beg, but it was from her mind that came out to her mouth.

After so many rains, here she is again, speaking to him once more, careful not to touch his ice cold heart, careful not to freeze. "You've no heart for me to shatter!" His voice was getting nearer to her but she remained unbothered or so she acted. "Do you want me to return your suffering to you? Do you want to go back to that day I showed you your daughter's sweet smile? Do you want to suffer again?!" To her surprise, the Angel flew right to her, holding her chin up. His eyes were glistening with pure hunger, his evil grin almost reaching to his ears and his psychotic laughs. What had this little boy become?

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

I proceeded to bury my head into the basin, brushing my teeth and gurgling water. When I looked up, I saw Angel through the mirror. She leaned against the door frame, naked, and wearing a grin on her face. “A…Angel!” I whispered in my teeth, distracted by her crest breasts calling out to daddy. Gracefully, she walked towards me, and stood on her toes to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Hello, husband!” She said melodiously. Her tiny fingers ran down my chest as she bespoke, and instantly, she went down on me, unwrapping my towel.

With renewed vigour, he began plunging fast into her, going deeper and deeper into that mind-blowing juicy honeypot, that heat, that heavenly bliss… But Angelina isn't one to back down just because it's her first time. She followed her instincts and began riding him, making her moist vaginal walls contract and tightly wrap themselves around his rock-hard cock. And as the overwhelming pleasure engulfed both of them, they simultaneously let out ecstatic guttural sounds at the same time. It was just like heaven. They were in heaven together as they kept riding one another, while their lips were firmly locked together and their hands roaming wildly all over each other's body… "Angie… my angelic