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she rambled and I closed my eyes. "You didn't know" I whispered and lifted her up the ground. I put her on the counter and I felt her tears on my shirt. A few minutes later, she felt asleep with her head on my shoulder. I slide my hand under her legs and picked her up. I walked up the stairs, holding on her tightly making sure she won't fall. Once I reached her room, I kicked the door open and walked in. Angel opened her eyes slightly when I put her on the bed. She was beautiful. I leant and kissed her forehead and just as I was about to walk away, she grabbed my wrist. I turned to look at her, her eyes were still closed.

The shelves were taller than I expected, filled with books bound in everything from simple cloth to elaborate enchanted leather. It took a few minutes of searching before I found what I needed. Angelic Physiology. The Structure of Celestial Wings. Flight Mechanics of Winged Species. I carried a small stack of books to a nearby table and sat down. The first thing I learned was that angel wings were far more complicated than I had imagined. They weren’t just decorative. They were an extension of magical energy and muscle structure, supported by a secondary skeletal frame that anchored along the spine. Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared.

Her steps faltered from time to time, but she kept walking. 'You’re doing amazing, Angel… You’re so beautiful…' 'There’s more to me than the white wolf you see. Do you want to see the other side of us?' 'Yes!' 'Will for your wings to come out.' 'What? You have wings?' 'Just do it!' My eyes widened as I conditioned myself to let my wings out. Angel has wings? This will be amazing! Soon, I felt something sprout from Angel’s back, and something flapped behind us before my wings cocooned Angel’s body, giving me a glimpse of her white wings.

Eyes wide, I gulp loudly as torrents of desire suddenly wash over me. Angelo doesn’t look at my shocked reaction as he strides closer and sheds his human disguise. His red sweater and slacks begin to shift and change until he is covered in fiery red scales. Large gold wings sprout from his back, and his head is covered in some kind of medieval helmet, like the ones in the movie with the Trojan warriors. He’s magnificent but also scary. My body thrums with desire as he comes closer. I want him to come to me, but something tells me that this is not right. My reaction feels good but also wrong.

Angel's PoV I shuffled in bed, the brightness in the room making it difficult to open my eyes. Blinking back a few more times, I finally fluttered my eyes open, smiling dreamily. A faint memory of the last night came flushing down in my inward eye. My eyes widened on its own accord as soon as the realisation hit me. I could still remember the night but only a bit of glimpses of it. We did things we shouldn't have done. Fuck!

Then suddenly, I heard thunderclap, it was different from earthly thunder, it’s a form of thunder that can only be heard by divine ones like me, and the only reason the thunder can occur was if there’s any form of disruption in heaven, and disruption in heaven can be caused by many factors, like if someone breached the boundary of heaven and earth without formal procedure, or if there’s a brawl in heaven or the taking of the water of life by an impure angel and other factors. But whenever there’s a disruption in heaven, I’ve heard from the greater one that angels on earth are prone to exposure. Their invisibility wears off and humans will be able to see them. The problem was that I was direc

My eyes widened when his shirt ripped in half and massive glowing white wings extended from his upper back until the tips of them touched the walls of the hallways. "You're an angel?"

"I just need some motivation." He was still teasing me even at that critical moment. "You're unbelievable." "Stay in the cottage. Do not come out. There's a protective shield that will prevent Liam or any other angel from entering." He turned to walk away but I held him down. "What will you do?" I asked like I didn't know the answer to that question. Eliot smirked. "I'll finish him." And with that, Elliot grew beautiful black wings. His wings were like that of a Pegasus, black, silky and shiny. They were enormous and powerful enough to make an elephant fly.

“How will I have sex if I haven’t kissed anyone?” He shrugged. “You found the one?” “Nope.” He threw his hands in the air. “I give up.” “Okay. Brace yourself.” He joined in my excitement. “Come on, already. Tell me what it is.” Instead of telling him, I showed him. Unlike the first time, transforming to an angel wasn’t painful. The crescent moon on my forehead appeared and as expected, my wings lit with fire. I held out both hands to the side as though I wanted to hug him. “I am an angel!”

Her hands begin to glow a bright white which turns to lavender which produces heat as her aura fills the room, making it difficult to stay close. "Please, Angel wake-up," Helena begs from her kneeling position above Angel's head, I quickly move to her side and place my hand on her back, I do my best to comfort her. "He's strong," I whisper. I can hear my heart race as I watch Angel's dark brown eyes open wide, before he sits up gasping for air.