Angel With Ski Mask Novels & Stories

His thumb follows the path, smearing it in, pressing just enough that I feel it everywhere. My breath hitches. A slow, wicked smile curls his mouth. "You're so responsive it's unfair," he whispers, leaning in until his lips brush my ear. "Makes me want to see how many times I can make you come before we even leave the house." I groan, and he chuckles, delighted. Then he pulls back just enough to look at me properly. "Go on a date with me, Angel." His voice is softer now, almost shy underneath all the crazy glitter. "With Azren. Not the alpha. Not the tribrid. Just... me."

[Rachel’s POV] Vincenzo invited me to the East Coast, saying we needed to discuss an alliance. This time, I did something unusual. Instead of taking a helicopter, I boarded a train alone. Not long after I sat down, a man wearing a cap and sunglasses took the seat across from me. He spoke first. “Don’t look at me. Just read a book.” I opened a book and replied quietly, “Victor, I told you I don’t want to see you again.”

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.

We’re alone for now – Mahl is busy with some of his favorites over by his throne. “Oh my god, you look amazing!” Angeline laughs, shaking her head in awe as she takes me in. “Did you seriously do this with the powder?” “Do you like?” I ask, spinning around so she can see the full, very convincing effect. “I do!” she folds her arms and pouts at me. “I’m jealous. I like your mask.” “Here,” I say, bringing my hands to her face and, with a quick glance to make sure no one’s watching – the magic isn’t technically illegal but it’s frowned upon – I quickly say the words and place my mask’s white twin on her face.

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?”

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"