Angel Story Book Novels & Stories

Hi everybody! If you are reading this then either you stumbled upon this story or you decided to give this story a chance. And if you did either of them, then WELCOME! I hope you like this story! <3 SUMMARY: Angela Woodson; perky, buoyant and an innocent seventeen year old, who lives to make others smile. She's the kind of girl who can only love. She overlooks the bad in a person and always sees the good in him. She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and he groaned sticking out his tongue inside me. "Fuck," I moaned. He put a finger inside me and fingered me. I could feel I was close to releasing my juices all over him. "Please..." I didn't even know what I was begging for at this point. He added a second finger and I gasped. "Faster Theo," I moaned. I felt myself clench around his fingers. "Theodore..." I moaned. "Yes tesoro," he said, "Cum for me." (Tesoro: treasure)

“It’s my mother’s favorite place in the castle. She believed knowledge was the greatest treasure.” I loved books too. Already, I was looking forward to spending some time here. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, running my fingers along the shelf. “What’s your mother’s favorite book?” “Anna and the Invisible Castle,” he replied. “It’s about two princes(brothers) who fell in love with a human girl; except most of the time, it was their evil witch aunt who was personating as the girl. I think at a point one of the brothers kissed his aunt and almost married her.”

“Read! Read now, Daddy!” Before I could answer, Elena walked in, her presence filling the room like a quiet shadow. She carried one of Arya’s favorite books , a worn fairy tale collection with creased pages and a cover nearly falling apart from overuse. Elena didn’t look at me as she handed Arya the book. “Which story tonight?” “The dragon one!” Arya declared proudly. “The one where the princess saves the knight.” I chuckled. “Of course. The dragon one.”

The words in the book stared back at me. My own life. My diary. My story. The realization settled not with a crash, but with a quiet, chilling certainty that spread through my veins like ice. The book stopped because I disappeared. My story had paused, waiting for me to pick up the pen again. I am the Red Fionaaa. My fingers tightened on the small, leather-bound copy. I had to appear calm, to control the storm of emotions raging inside me. If they knew, if they suspected who I really was, what would they do? I was powerless, a legend stripped of her myth.

The sound of a book slammed shut echoes through the empty library. "You and I are done here Ange," said Alinta with blushing cheeks, an unsatisfied groan sounded in her head. "I am tired of these books! They start off so promising, and then it's a sex fest, where yet again the heroine proves to be a weakling, and the guy wins her heart; though I can predict he is going to stuff up a few more times before they become one and hopefully live happily ever after." "I see those red cheeks," Angela hissed spitefully.

Annabelle tucked the blanket carefully around Alan’s tiny legs and brushed a soft kiss on his forehead. “How about I read you your favorite story today, hmm?” she whispered. Alan’s face instantly lit up, his little dimples showing. “The one about the dragon and the little prince!” She chuckled softly, the corners of her lips curving into the faintest smile. “Of course, my love. The dragon and the little prince it is.” Just as she flipped the first page, the ward door burst open, startling her. Hazel strolled in, her heels clicking against the tiled floor, holding two cups of coffee.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

Lizzy Climbing out of the car, Arrow helps me out, and I am standing looking at a huge wooden cabin. It looks like something out of a Brothers Grimm book, from the wrap around porch to the smoke rising from the chimney. Aries steps up beside me, putting a protective arm around my shoulders “Ready Angel?” He asks just as the door to the cabin opens.

"By the way teacher. Don't you have something to explain to me?" Currently, Sol was reading a rather thick brown-covered book titled dangerous zones in the world. It was a rather interesting book written by one of the angels living in Slothstein. Edea, meanwhile, was elegantly sipping on her tea when she heard his abrupt question. Intrigued, she put back her cup on the plate and threw a questioning glance at Sol as she queried for him to elaborate,