Angel S Pawn Novels & Stories

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

In fact, I'd been so high, I hadn't even noticed when I'd just started accepting everything. Davey's dead. Oscar Turnbull isn't human. Angels exist. You're a witch. Oh, and that demon you're now sleeping with has a Gospel written about him, because he's not just the son of Lucifer; he's the most powerful creature alive and the future of the world rests in his reluctant hands.

My pulse pounded in my chest, but my feet stayed firmly rooted, and when it spoke, its voice was like a crackling fire, deep and resonant, echoing through my bones. "You have summoned me, bearer of the flame," it said softly, focusing on me. "I didn't summon anyone," I said, my voice shaken but adamant. My palm clenched around the pendant, its warmth providing a lifeline in the face of this creature's intimidating presence. "Who—what—are you?" The being tilted its head, causing flames to flicker. "I am the Keeper of the Eternal Flame, the overseer of decisions and outcomes. You released my power, and now you must face the consequences."

Shane said, and I turned to see a table set up with a laptop, he was on the screen. The little fairy elf nodded sharply, proud of himself perhaps. Angel appeared nearby, and looked a bit ruffled. I moved to stand next to her, a knowing look on my face. She smelled like one of my young warriors, a teenage warlock from Brazil. She shrugged, not at all caring.

I don't know when I'm drifted into sleep in his arms meanwhile in the sky good angel : is there any other piece of man like this guy evil angel : why good angel : to make him mine evil angel : didn't you see what kind of guy he is earlier good angel : who cares evil angel : me good angel : huh evil angel : you're not allowed to dream about any guy good angel : why evil angel : that's it

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Prince Xander lifted his face and looked at Tristan who was lying down. "Angel of death, I want to ask you. Why have you come to fetch the soul of this lying man?" The prince asked the grim reaper who was still bowing before him. "His soul is already weak and can no longer save his body. I have come to help hasten his death so that he does not suffer anymore," replied the grim reaper. "The angel of death, did he tell you that he wanted to die soon? Or did he ask you to hasten his death?" Prince Xander asked. "God of life, I'm just a servant who was ordered by the god of death to do this. No one can change his decision except you, god of life," replied the angel of death. "But I am not the go

A single lantern sat on the desk. Another man was waiting there. He didn’t look like a rogue. He was dressed in clean, dark clothes. He had cold, calm eyes. He looked at me like I was something he couldn't quite figure out. “Sit, Luna Peniel,” he said. I didn’t sit. “Who are you?” “You can call me the Angel ,” he said. “I work for someone who is very interested in you.” My blood went cold. Henry. He was the only one I knew right now who could do this.

“Because when I saw you, none of that mattered. I swear to you, Gwen, I never wanted to use you. I wanted you for you. I love you beyond any plan, beyond any prophecy.” Angela laughed, clapping slowly in mock amusement. “Oh, how touching. How sweet. He loves you now. Do you feel better, Gwen? Does it erase the betrayal? Does it fix the lies? Does it heal the fact that from the very beginning, you were dragged here like a pawn?” “Shut up, Angela!” Conan snapped. But I barely heard him. My chest was tight, my throat ached from holding back sobs, and my head was spinning. The words kept echoing in my mind. Used. Planned. Pawn.

"Angel is a name. And that name belongs to my Father's most loyal, and most deadly, operative. And they just received the final order to take care of all loose ends...." ​