Angel Under Novels & Stories

The image that met her eyes was surprising, it was nothing close to what she expected. A beautiful blonde lady with voluptuous breasts was lying down on the sofa in the office. She was lying in a seductive pose with one of her legs bent at the knee and her back arched. The blonde last was dressed in a sheer, lacy lingerie that was not really covering anything, with a fishnet stocking and garters. Her milky white skin contrasted against the bright crimson lingerie that she had on. Her blonde hair spread on the sofa around her head. The lady raised her head and turned in the direction of the door. Sh placed her elbow on the armrest and rested her head on her palm. Her thick long tresses fell d

"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.

Every day I cried for you, thinking the Goddess was showing me what could have been, but she was actually showing me what was to come. Your birth mother was an angel, and your birth father a demon. I was near a river I often visited when I heard your mother's sobs. She was clutching you, and when we locked eyes with me, she handed you to me and grabbed my hand, showing me everything that had happened through her touch. Your father was a demon, and despite their races, they were madly in love. Your father is the King of the Underworld. An angel's highest rank is a guard of the Gods and Goddesses themselves; your mother was the daughter of Jeremiel, one of those guards.

“Angela developed this fantastic app that I think people will love.” Claire curiously looked at the screen; all she saw were green lines running over each other with red and blue dots and coordinates at the bottom of the screen. On the right top are flicking red and green numbers. Angela then switched to python, where there was encrypted coding. "What is all this?" Angela stood up and walked to the window as Claire and Nicole followed her. "I never knew it was raining." Angela wore a three-quarter top with long sleeves and a jean. Her hair hung over her shoulder, exposing her collarbone, "lovely day outside. I love watching the raindrops run down the window."

Angel said, smiling. “She deserves to be happy” Angel whispered nodding towards Tiana who was throwing daggers at Angel in turn. I rolled my eyes, grabbing the drunken Tiana by her waist and walking towards my suite. One last glance at Angel, I noticed she was barefoot with a jug of water in her hand and a shy smile on her face. She noticed my nervousness but gestured, zipping her lips, nodding to take care of the drunken Tiana.

I can't lose my angel! *************************

Her scream and her hands bleeding. I swallowed hard. “You’re not taking her from me,” I said hoarsely. Alex picked up the folder and closed it. “No,” he said quietly. “You already did that.” He turned towards the door, then paused. “One more thing,” he added without looking back. “Angela is three. Not two. And she already knows who her mother is.” My heart stopped. “You touch Elena again,” he continued, “try to intimidate her, manipulate her, or use your power against her—”

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."

A black teardrop pendant hangs from her neck, glinting softly in the glow that envelops her. My heart skips a beat as realization dawns, and my knees buckle, pulling me to the floor. I fall, unable to keep myself upright as the weight of understanding crashes over me. This is the Moon Goddess. I’m on my knees, my shoulders shaking as I look up at her, tears blurring my vision. I can’t hold it back—the grief, the relief, the overwhelming feeling of finally being seen, known. Her voice is soft, filled with warmth and understanding. “Oh, honey.”