Angelic Notes Novels & Stories

- Stace says giving Angel a little hug. “Hey princess, go on in, I’ll tell your brother you are inside” - he says and we smile at him. “Thanks, Angel” - I say walking past him into the club. The music is loud and I can smell sweat and sex. I shake my head and I start moving my body while walking. The music is great and makes me move. Stacey grabs my hands and pulls me into the centre of the dance floor. We both move our bodies together while I see some guys looking at us.

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.

Angel stopped playing her violin and immediately met Gamma's sharp eyes. "What's bothering you? Bach's Chaconne should bring a feeling of adoration, a memory of a beloved wife, its strains can bring us to remember the true love of two human children. But what I hear from your playing now is a sad and painful heartache, completely different from your play yesterday." Gamma stood in front of Angel, glared intently at Angel who was silent, then stretched out his fingers and grabbed Angel's chin who was lowered. "What's bothering you, Angel?" Angel turned her face, removed herself from Gamma's fingers on her chin, "No … it's nothing, I'm sorry, I think I'm just tired."

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

“You mentioned having a complicated past, do you want to talk about it?” “Gia…” “Gia…” “GIANNA.” Angel startled me with her voice as she waved her hands in front of my face and snapped her fingers near my eyes to get my attention. “Yeah…sorry, I spaced out for a moment“ “Are you sure you'd be fine?” Angel asked worriedly beside me and I nodded as she assisted me in wearing my shoes. I pray things don't go wrong, just this once. Moon goddess please…

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.

she said and Mr Garcia already knew what she meant as he watched her grab a glass of wine from the waiter who just walked past her holding a tray of wine. "Thank you all for making it to this year's Billionaire's Meet. As you are well aware, we are here to relax and have fun. Let me kick start this evening with a song from the beautiful Ana," the voice of the MC travelled across the hall drawing everyone's attention to the front In a few minutes, the voice of a beautiful lady filled the room with a melodious song. The program continued with an open floor for dances as music played in the background. Others seize the opportunity to build a new business partnership and that is how the evening

Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes. Headphones—the one they bought in one of their travels—resting over his neck. Music was still quietly playing. They could hear it from their position. Angel was humming softly to the music, holding two coffees in styrofoam each in his hands. One was opened without a lid—steaming—then he blew on it. The thin smoke disappeared like a ghost. His eyes immediately widened at the sight that appeared before him. He recognized Beth instantly, then his gaze drifted to Tony.

Angel said after several moments of silence. "Maybe he can get in touch with the rest of the New York Coven. One of them may be able to help." Of course! Why didn't I think of that? Tyson snapped at himself even as he whipped around and told Angel, "Barach mentioned once that her sister is a member of the New York Coven's high council. She'll likely know best what to do." Angel nodded, clearly soaking in the information. Then she promised, "I'll do all I can."