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.

“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."

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.”

She got more into it than she should have, all things considered. Lily continued talking about vampire squids and the ROV footage she had watched already until they arrived and met up with the questionably happy couple. It was far too easy to ramble when the person she was talking to didn’t cut her off. Angel wore a simple sleeveless white dress that stopped above her knees and looked like a regular part of her wardrobe rather than a wedding dress. Her hair was curled but her glasses were on and she wore light makeup. Most likely so no one would recognize her as the rather scandalous Miss Americana winner who turned down the crown on live television.

The shimmering crystals sparkled like diamonds, casting a radiant aura around her. “Wow! You look like an angel,” Georgia exclaimed, as she entered the room, admiring Evelyn. “This is really beautiful,” Evelyn said, looking at herself in the mirror, the last time she wore something as beautiful as this was back in her pack. “I told you, it will really suit you. I heard you are an Alpha's daughter, you should dress like one,” Tara said. Evelyn's sigh echoed in the silence of the room as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't help but feel like she had lost her true self ever since she arrived at the Silvermoon Pack.

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.

The girl exclaimed, visibly petrified. “Damn it!” Angel said as she released a sky full of petals. Since she had received her mother’s Goddess of Nature legacy, her special powers were more in touch with nature. Each and every one of these petals she made was a deadly weapon. Suddenly, a voice shrieked loudly. “Summer! Be careful!” ‘Summer?’ Angel turned her head and was met with a horrific sight. Summer was surrounded by four Iron Demons at the time. They used their swords to set up a sword formation, trapping Summer entirely. These swords were radiating law power too. Hence there really was no way out of that.