Angelic Lady Novels & Stories

I was barely handling my own. Reaching out once more this time to the seven unbonded angels. They stood in front of the training ground at attention. The first angel was blonde hair falling in waves to her small, slender shoulders. With those big wide enchanting lavender eyes would be so easy to get lost in. She couldn't hide her predatory gaze... Her eyes were such a contradiction to the rest of her more feminine features. A small upturned nose with soft pink plush lips, her lower lip fuller than her top perfect for sucking and biting on. Her petite frame and apple breast. She could easily pass for a sprite if it weren't for her angelic Lavender and grey wings dusted with white angel dust.

Pink colored divinity encircled the unstable concoction of the present binding magic, and then an angel appeared. The angel who acted on time possessed a beauty unmatched. No other gods or immortals present in the battlefield could compete with her in gracefulness and exquisiteness. In a word, she is a goddess from the heavens sent down to this void realm to show all and everyone what picture true loveliness really is.

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.

I pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of concern and desperation. But before the situation could escalate any further, the door swung open, revealing Lady Angelica. She stood there, dressed in a revealing black dress and a striking red wig, a provocative smile playing on her lips. Her presence instantly commanded attention, and the room fell into an uneasy silence. "Hello, ladies," Angelica greeted, her voice laced with a subtle hint of mischief. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the tense atmosphere. I felt a shiver run down her spine as she met Angelica's gaze. There was something unnerving about the way Angelica carried herself, an air of authority mixed with an unsettling sense of co

Angelic sits on me, resting her head on my chest, inhaling my fragrance. -"You have a divine aroma," she exclaims passionately. This woman can take me from heaven to hell with five words. -"just like you" I murmur remembering your smell, your aroma, your perfume that exudes in every part of your body, leaving me intoxicated. Angelic lifts her face, and I can capture something less pure in her gaze. She brings her lips closer to my mouth, and slowly pulls my lower lip into her mouth, sucking deeply. Oh shit! I feel her effects on the crown of my cock. Her lips move to the side of my face, my chin, passing over my stubble, stimulating her senses.

Angelica’s words helped everyone here greatly. Of course, she was also helping herself. “Sweetheart, what’s your name? Where did you come from?” One of the old mid-Sovereign Rankers asked. “Old Sir, my name is Angelica Dolce and I’m from the Heavenly Sect,” Angelica answered. “The Heavenly Sect? You mean the one from West Sand Galaxy?” The old man pondered and asked. “Yes! Do you know about the Heavenly Sect?” “Of course! I passed by that place and heard about you people.”

The love that I have for him finally breaks the fears and doubts that consumed my soul, and shaking my head like a child, and with tears streaming down my face, I hugged my belly and gave him my answer: - Yes. Lilith POV When I hear Angel answer “yes,” I materialize between him and Klaus, grab his neck, and drag him towards the woods. Klaus and the others try to stop me, but I have a barrier of fire erected around us, blocking their passage. A panicked Angel tries to pull my hands from his neck, but I hold on tighter and tighter, feeling his life slowly ebb away. With a smile, I squeeze even tighter, but thunder echoes, shaking the ground and putting out the flames. Beside me, a very beautif

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!

How lovely it would be to own this bodyguard as her dirty little secret that will serve her whenever she needs it? Mandela was fine, but when they had sex, it was as if he was thinking of someone else… presumably, his dead wife, and that put a whole dullness to it. She needed someone young and vibrant… Sebastian Damon. Isabella would make sure that the young man only thought of her when he was done with his contract, and he would worship the ground she walked on. Isabella was an expert in seducing and breaking men, and Sebastian would be a challenge, but she would eventually break him and make him fall madly in love and lust for her.

“Smelled me?” I move closer until I stop right before her. She’s so fucking beautiful, it’s unreal. “Yes. You have a scent,” I tell her, bringing her wrist to my nose. Her cherry blossom scent hits me like a drug, my head spinning. “That’s when I found out that you’re my mate, Angel,” I say, and she gasps. “You mean…soulmates? You and I?” She’s starting to sound a little too excited. It’s so adorable.