Angel With Ski Mask Novels & Stories

Lifting my thumb to rub against her rouged skin, I smirked, leaning into her ear. "You look so innocent." I breathed huskily; with a pout, she pulled her head to the side to look at me, her expression pulled into a mask of mock offence. "I am an angel!" She grinned sweetly! "I am innocent!" with a smile that could have rivalled Helen of Troy, she leaned her head back on my shoulder, gracing my senses with the fantastic scent of vanilla and coconut. "Considering what I saw this morning... I would have to beg to differ and stand by my original statement: YOU are NO angel!" I grinned, nipping her neck roughly, losing myself in the soft moan that left her luscious lips

Taurus happily chanted in my head. I sprinted faster not sparing Marlo an opportunity to catch up. I knew he could hold his own so I told him to split off so we could cover more ground while avoiding Santak's wolf patrol of enforcers. "Mate," I heard the most beautiful Angel whisper as I stalked towards her. She stood there with her hair flying in the wind and dressed like a princess.

They wore a mask, so they wouldn’t attract attention while getting inside the location. Rieska wore a swirling black gown accented with silver, her dark mask sculpted like a raven, covering the upper half of her face. She let her hair flowed loosely with small braids on each side of her ear. And Zenus in his black armor and mask of a black panther. His twin swords were resting on his back. In comparison, Eleand chose a high collar black jacket with gold embroidery. His delicate gold mask carved a dragon’s head. He was confident in his faerie form minus the wings.

You have got to be kidding me! "AZALIAH!" That name needed no introduction. Beth and the other nine contestants turned to face the last angel on the line. The visible shake had already given her away so Beth did not hesitate to pull the helmet from her head with her sword. The gasps of the angels only confirmed what they had thought.

Alana, adorned in black angel attire, gave off the captivating charm of a succubus, seducing the light angel. The black feathers meticulously sewn onto the bodice created an illusion of wings, wrapping around her figure like a gentle embrace. The feathers extended downward, transitioning into a layered, ethereal skirt that seemed to float above the ground. A delicate, intricate lace mask obscured half of her face, accentuating the air of mystery surrounding the dark angel. She moved her wings just as she twirled and winked at the audience before going back to the backstage area with an extra sway of her hips.

Angel was surrounded by lots of people all of a sudden and there were men too which made her shrink at their closeness. Maeve came to her rescue and Milo soon followed as the guys who were congratulating her stepped back. Angela removed her helmet and pulled down the zipper of her jacket enough to breathe, the zipper reached just below her collarbones. She smiled at her friends and thanked Milo for coming to her rescue.

I tried to open the door but it was somehow locked “Angel will take care of you Lex, I’ll see you in a few hours or maybe the next morning. Enjoy my birthday present!” Leo hollered back “Angel?! Who the f*ck is-” I was so caught off guard that I didn’t hear the music had been playing in the room, I turned around and saw an Angel… a literal angel. She was wearing a white corset lingerie with matching stockings and heels, a platinum blonde wig that could be her real hair, angel wings to match and a white and gold masquerade mask that covered her tantalizing eyes as she dances sensually.

Even though Logan hadn't invited her personally, Angel would have come anyway, and lo and behold, her father had easily gotten the invitation from Logan's father. "Please Mr. Christopher and Miss?" "Angelica," Angel replied quickly. She accepted the hand of the gold-colored mask with the addition of black goose feathers. It matched her dress, while her father received the same silver mask as the male guest. "Come on princess," Kenneth said, pulling his daughter's small fingers and draping them on his arm.

"Looks like it's spring." His clutch of me loses up, and I peer past his face, up at the bright skies above us. "What the flipping hell?!" I screech. "Great choice of words..." Azrael squints at a tree. "Hey, isn't that one of those cat people?!" I turn around, only to witness feathered arrows blast from out of nowhere. They pierce through Azrael's wings, and the angel glares down at the cat people in annoyance. Masks cover their faces, and they are yelling and stringing bows to shoot at him.

She stumbled forward and might have fallen, but two strong arms caught her and pulled her up against a hard, male chest. Her breath clogged her lungs for a moment, then burst out in a rush. “Thanks,” she managed and looked up at her rescuer. A black ski mask obscured his face. A soft, black, long-sleeved shirt covered what felt like a carved-from-granite upper body. Dark jeans hugged his lean hips and molded his thighs. A low, almost gravelly voice reached her ears. “You okay, Angel?”