Angel Under Novels & Stories

He's a little damaged, but a strong Angel. • Kyle Fletcher: This young demon in all his glory is twenty-two. With eyes like those of a dragon, he's one of the strongest Demons currently alive. Unlike the general description of a demon, Kyle is calm and takes decisions after careful thought. He's 181 cm tall (5'11 ft), weight- 67 kg (147 lbs). MBTI type: ENFP. He is strong, both physically and mentally. Favorite color: Purple. Zodiac: Virgo. Jamie believes that Asa loves him because he's a lot like Vantae but hands down to the truth, the angel loves him for his red eyes. Not that it's the only reason, but it's one of the major things about Kyle that make the angel's heart beat faster. The you

He didn’t notice the breeze picking up, didn’t hear the screen door creak until she was already there. Angel stepped out barefoot, holding a tall glass of iced tea. She wore a short white sundress—thin cotton that fluttered against her thighs with every step. No bra. No panties. The fabric clung lightly where her skin was already damp from the heat. Wind caught the hem as she walked, lifting it just enough to flash the smooth curve of her ass and the shadowed space between her legs. She didn’t bother holding it down. She set the glass on the workbench with a soft clink. Leaned forward over the hood—elbows braced, back arched, ass pushed out toward him. The dress rode up high enough to bare e

“I’ll be the one to formally introduce this young lady to all of you... This woman beside me is Angelicca Severia.” The instant my name left his lips, I felt countless pairs of eyes shift toward me all at once. “Like me, she is also a Severian,” he continued. Then his voice carried a faint trace of pride as he added. “But unlike me… she is full-blooded.” “...so I hope all of you will be patient with her,” he said firmly. “And more importantly, I expect every single one of you to show her the respect she deserves... Because Angelicca is the first female warrior ever permitted to enter our line of work.”

But why couldn’t she feel for Draven more than a good friend? On the contrary, with Gideon…the sparks He ignited on her was far more dangerous than any bond. “Done. See how gorgeous you look, babe.” Rebecca chimed. Angela rose slowly, studying her reflection. The maroon dress sculpting her into someone bold, commanding and almost unrecognizable. Like a mysterious goddess. “Alright, now I’ll see you there,” Rebecca said, patting her back and leaving her alone. A flicker of nerves ran through Angela. She had never sought attention like Daniela but tonight was different. Tonight, retreat was not an option.

Virendra exclaimed. "Yes, I hope Mr. Danial immediately kicks him!" Angela climbed into the car with a sinister smile. What kind of family is that? They accuse Angela of being a fox demon, when in reality they are the fox demon. "Just go straight home, Miss?" "Yes Jose. I'm so tired!" Angela exclaimed, rubbing the nape of her neck. "Okay."

she chuckled as she sipped on her wine in an elegant way. Amara just stared at the only girl who started conversation with her. The girl seemed like she was in her mid twenties, looked extremely gorgeous dressed in her wine red dress accompanied with deep neck line in the front showing off her cleavage a way too much. The side slit of her dress exposed her long thin legs and her lips painted in the color smiliar to her dress made her look more sexy and appealing than any other girl present in the hall. Amara found it odd, the vibes coming from every woman in the hall were kinda weird. To be honest she found her own outfit to be more decent than others.

Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her. "Hey, isn't it that nerd girl we saw at school? How come she's a Siromani? I don't get it", Ashley said beside me. I thought, how would you get it when you're only interested in pompous appearances? "That's what we call laying low Ashley", Mason replied her while I gave Annabelle a proud look. For once, I could be proud of someone that wasn't Mason.

(Angela) Seductively, she scoops ever trails and dropped of my semen of her face and drank them, then, Angela spread her legs opened, using 2 finger, opening her vagina, showing my that her baby hole are twitching, wet and steamy waiting to be plugged. Seeing such forward actions from her, I knew that it was time I marked her as my woman truly, ingrained in her brains and body that that pussy is mine.

It was only her seen by our generation in books. When Angel lowers back to the ground and looks normal again everyone is looking at her in awe, we’re all shocked. A day like this goes down in history books and it’s seen hardly ever. The elder breaks the silence and the crown that was just a symbol of her role is actually fitting for a queen. He used her full title ,”Queen Luna Angel Hunter” and hearing it makes it all the more real. Angel looks scared and I can feel her concerns. I tell her I can explain as everyone gets on one knee and bows.

feeling unsure and not really wanting to give her secret to other people, especially this newly formed family of unknown heroes. “What do you mean by special?” asked Brooke, as she touched Jane on the shoulder to console her. “When needed, I change,” Jane whispered. “What do you mean by ‘change?’ Like those things out there?” asked Gabe. Well, yes and no.” Jane took a deep breath and set them down. “Angelinka is a name I was called in the old language.” “What is Angelinka?” Scott asked. “Angelinka is old testament, a hound of god. And she is used when things need stopping,” Jane said. “And only then do I use her.”