Angelic Cover Novels & Stories

The cover that this family and their drama had made me forget. “We would have gotten him there. We could have easily killed him. His guards were down!” Angel roared at me. She was displeased with me and I understand her. That bastard killed our pup, destroyed our life! “And blow our cover?” “Wasn't the cover to help get back at him?” Angel retorted and I hissed. “No, the cover is to get a new and peaceful life and be a good mother to Will.” “Of what use is that if we can't get Jasper?” She yelled and I beat my chest,

You really should visit the valley where the Santo pack dwell, such an interesting mix of lychans. 'Pahh, don't talk to me of those self-righteous glowing freaks. Humans being dumb enough to mistake them as angels has only inflated their stupid egos. I hope they all drop form the sky like dead flies.' I’m the one to giggle this time, at her aggressive and immature response. The Angelics are commonly mistaken by humans as some godly guardians, with their white skin and hair and impressive wings. They tend to hide in mountains and high places to avoid all human contact but on occasion when they have been seen, the mortals think it’s a biblical event. Rinny had her heart broken by a shifter who

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Lennon looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Got a problem with it?” “Yep! We’re supposed to be working on our new song, but our lead singer is too busy reading a… chick book to help us out.” “Shane, it’s not a chick book.” “Hello! Have you seen the cover?” Lennon grinned and looked at the front cover where a massively built man/devil held a beautiful angelic woman who seemed to be melting against him. “So? We sing about love. Does that mean we make chick music?”

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

Avery asked and turned to look at Luck, he just shrugged and followed behind. Avery ran after them and met with Eric “Start talking” She panted. Eric looked at her. “You see, yesterday when I told Luck to search for Camino Bunkers, he found something interesting, Camino Bunker's real name is Angelos Covers, and he is the Son of Annabelle Covers who happens to be Beria Covers” Eric said and opened the car and went inside. Avery stood outside looking at Eric inside the car. Is he serious, he just dropped a bomb like that on her and went into the car.

MC (angry): (mind) Goddamn it! MC (angry): (mind) The night was going too smoothly. Artemis steps away from you as if you have a contagious disease. Angelique Lincoln comes to her side, looking stunning in her bright red dress. Angelique is also an alpha. She’s tall and willowy, not curvy like you are. What makes you hate her so much, though, is not her appearance. Your eyes darken when Angelique, not so subtly, caresses Artemis’ arm, a clear show of possession.

"A treaty is a foot in the door, Alpha. Hearts change. Especially when placeholders are discarded." "Oh, she won't just be discarded," a sharp, musical voice purred from the edge of the pavilion. Angelica stepped forward, the white fox-fur coat draped over her shoulders swaying elegantly as she walked. She stopped a few feet away, looking down her nose at me with an expression of pure, unadulterated disgust.

Angelic covers my cock with both hands, and slowly glides over my erection, finally coating it with her thumb and index finger. Angelic smiles as she looks at me, and without breaking her gaze, her mouth descends onto my cock. Her lips first touch the tip, and she sucks greedily, shaking my body with the incredible sensation. She keeps her attention on the tip at first, and when she looks up at me a little, I'm halfway inside her mouth. Angelic bites her bottom lip and lowers her mouth to my cock again. This time, she finally reaches down and sucks all the way down. As her mouth moves back up to the tip, so does her hand, still covering me. My heart is racing,

Aurelian did not react. He did not question. But he did not look away. A shift occurred. Not in the world below. Within him. Small. Almost unnoticeable. A delay. A moment where no command filled the space. Aurelian should have concluded the observation. He did not. He continued. A voice broke the stillness. Not from Earth. From Heaven. “Aurelian.” He turned instantly. An Archangel stood behind him. Its form was identical in perfection, yet its presence carried greater weight. Its wings extended further, its light more concentrated, its existence more defined by authority.