Angel Y Demonio Libro Novels & Stories

My gaze followed him, I just can’t help but think that we’re alike cause he is going through the same thing I am experiencing, I couldn’t help but think he might have waited for his friend to leave before summoning the courage to borrow that book. “What’s on your mind?” Anton’s voice broke my reverie, and I nearly jumped. “Oh,” I shrugged, letting out a soft sigh. “Nothing. I just...want to go home and read your manuscript again.” It was only partly true. Angels and demons had somehow stirred a strange fascination within me that lingered even now. “Oh? Then tell me,” Anton said, his eyes lighting up with curiosity, “What’s your take on the idea of falling in love with a demon?”

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

“Listen, Miss. I’m sorry about what happened the last time that we met, I’m sorry if I pushed you away. But I just want to let you know that I am definitely not the man that you’ve been claiming me to be, okay?” “No, you are Lucifer Moden. You came here from New York three years ago and we met at the school. I’m Angela Santos. I punched you on the face the first time that I met you, and that’s the reason why we had no choice but to be the librarians of Chasung High together and--- “Stop it. I don’t even remember any of the things that you just said. I don’t know who you punched, I don’t know what school are you talking about and most importantly, I don’t know you.”

' Ethan smiled as he looked down at his hands, where he'd peeled the label off the bottle again, this time somehow managing to peel it off in one piece, his fingers tearing a shape out of the thin paper. 'It's a story about one of their own,' he said. 'The first Angel to fall. The first one to question. The first one to defy. The one who started it all. It's a Gospel, but not one that was ever going to make the final cut. The book is the Gospel of Lucifer.' I sucked in a breath, felt my stomach flip, my muscles weaken. I stared at him, was unable to take my eyes off him. When I spoke, my voice trembled. 'Why did your parents have that book, Ethan?'

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

I need to hunt a demon. But I do not listen. I am sitting here and getting lost in an angel's eyes. That awkward feeling in my heart has not once faded when she consumes my mind. Every time I take my face away from fake-reading the paper, it just pops up again and knocks on that grey heart in an effort to just grow some light. I know that the moment she will be away, I will be back to who I am, the Devil's son, though something does tell me that feeling will remain. I think I have perhaps not thought this 'wanting to feel a human' thing through.

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

If he had saved me yesterday, I wondered what would have happened to me. “Angel? Trust me, I am no Angel but rather the Devil himself. And with the Devil, always comes a price for every help.” The Stranger said in a chilly voice that made fear strike into my heart. There is something about this man that makes me feel that he is far more dangerous than Mr Agabus. “What do you want?.” I asked him in a calm voice. “To be my wife!..” I heard him say. Although I am not sure if I heard right.

Levi reminds him, as they both turn towards me with hungry filled eyes. "Fuck, Angel." Salem moans at the sight of me touching myself. "Oh, she's far from an angel, can't you see?" Levi smirks. "You're right. She's much more breathtaking than one." Salem retorts making me blush. He moves back in between my legs, before looking deep into my eyes. "Are you ready, Angel?" he asks me softly, gently running his hands up and down my thighs. "Yes." I moan, more then ready.