Angelic Notes Novels & Stories

It was not just a gift; it was a reflection of how deeply I mattered to him. At that moment, I felt special. He thought of me. He saw me. He made the effort. He began to play a verse of “Angel by the Wings” by Sia, and though he didn’t speak, I understood his silent request. With eager hands, I lifted the violin from its stand and tightened the bow. Then I tuned the instrument and positioned it against my collarbone, resting it against my jaw. When Nicholas struck the chorus, I joined him. Everything else faded away. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the music. Each note became a shared confession, a language of its own, expressing what words often failed to convey.

- 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…

Angel says sarcastically before quickening her pace. "Hey! Wait for us, Angel!" Ted shouts as she is already a bit far from us. She ignores Ted and puts on her earphones again, blocking us from her world. She's one annoying and feisty little thing. She opens the door of the gym and walks in. We follow, and I poke Justin.

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.

Three days. That was how long it had been since Angel had seen Layon since they had slept together beneath the hanging branches of the willow tree with the sprites frolicking just beyond the bank. Though she hadn't picked up on them at the time, she remembered them now, creating magical music with their feet upon the lake's surface as Layon made love to her. Urgh, Angel! Stop it! she snarled at herself as she sat in the back of a lecture hall, tapping her notepad absentmindedly with her pen. It was