Angel Smile Novels & Stories

Angela saw Joram, one of the youngest henchmen of her dad. "Ms. Angela, good morning." Joram bowed to greet her. He was about to walk away when she grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?" Angela asked playfully as she leans her body towards him. "I have to complete my rounds, Ms. Angela. I have to go." Joram is obviously trying to stay calm and professional, but Angela's flirtatious acts are hard to resist. With her flawless olive skin and almond eyes, she can make any man tremble with lust.

My gaze rises and two well-formed, large, firm breasts show themselves in a provocative neckline. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A cascade of sleek, straight black hair falls over her shoulders. She has big, full lips and two black cat eyes. The Arabic cut of her gaze makes her even more unapproachable. I feel like I am staring at a goddess. What’s worse I was still excited with that scintillating performance by the hostesses, the more I looked at her the more I felt my member throbbing. Aroused by her, It got bigger and bigger. I noticed that she barely smiled at her husband, while on the other hand, her eyes lit up as Mr Fergusson introduced us. “Nice to meet you, I’m An

he finished, recalling the endearing term he had used before. Camila's smile reappeared upon hearing the word "angel," again her appreciation evident. Ryan extended his hand for a handshake, his demeanor exuding charm. "Nice meeting you, angel," he greeted her warmly. Camila reciprocated, her voice laced with flirtation, "My pleasure, handsome."

Angel is the first woman I've found who one hundred percent fits the bill. My thoughts make me stop walking. Grabbing the hair I just groomed, I jerk Angel close and thoroughly kiss her hungry mouth. I sink into her taste and the luscious softness of her unbelievable lips. That tiny tongue of hers whispers against mine and I groan into her mouth. Moving away-only because I need to take a breath-I glance with satisfaction at her swollen, just-kissed appearance. Her large blue eyes soften when she timidly glances up at me. She's mine, and now everyone will know it.

Angel smiled. "Mom, come on... Get ready... Woah! Who did your makeup, you are looking so hot..." Serenity smiled nervously. "Come here..." Angel walked towards her and kissed her forehead. "You are looking so beautiful, my child..." She looked at her adoringly. "Thank you." Angel hugged her. "I trust you Mom... And i will always love you." She whispered in her ears. Serenity broke the hug and caressed her cheek. Hybrids were looking at them adoringly.

A man two rows over looked at us like we’d just parachuted in from another planet. Someone muttered loud enough for us to her. "Who are those people?” Thankfully the oversized sunglasses kept our identities mostly hidden. Angel stood center stage now, beaming, clutching her bouquet of flowers and waving enthusiastically—completely forgetting she still had her second piece to prepare for. “Angel!” her teacher called sharply but fondly. Angel snapped back to attention, scrambling into place, though her grin never faded. Every few seconds she glanced our way, double-checking we were still there, still cheering, still holding up her giant cardboard face like proud lunatics.

"By the way, have we met before? You look quite familiar." ​Sia looked at him with a sarcastic smile. "Yes, we've met. Don't you remember? Or perhaps you've seen me on TV," she said nonchalantly. ​Angelo’s eyes widened. He walked back to her in two strides and leaned his arm casually over her shoulder. "Baby, let's run away together. This child is mine. Forget Emiliano," he remarked with a seductive wink and a playful click of his tongue.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

While Angel is with her friends hanging out in park telling about their partners and one of her friends named Joy make an excuses to buy some food as she there in the store Augustine stand in her side waiting to his food Joy stare to Augustine and smile “hello, oh my.. You’re cutie one what is your name? And where are your friends?”

"I do. I, I can understand you." "Oh, great." She smiled, a rather brilliant one. Her eyes squinted slightly, revealing more wrinkles round the corners of her eyes. Angelic dimples crinkled as her lips parted, flaunting sparkling white teeth. Staring as her rosey cheeks brighten up , she did not look so much unattractive as she once appeared to be. "I'm Carolina Bards, and it is my pleasure meeting you." She stretched out her hands forward for a handshake and typical me gracefully refused.