Angelic Notes Novels & Stories

She truly looks like an angel. “You look absolutely gorgeous angel.” I whisper. “Thank you. You look damn good yourself Alpha.” She whispers back. I can feel Havok wanting to push forward when she calls us that. She knows what that does to us. I see a smirk on her face and I give her tight little ass a smack. Dad walks to the centre and starts the ceremony. Just as we both make the small cut on our palms the light of the moon comes through the large skylight in the ceiling. It illuminates the two of us as we press our hands together. I feel something weird surge through my body. When I open my eyes and look at my angel I see her eyes are glowing. The whole place erupts with cheers

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

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

But in the peroration, he was fortunate, he finally found an Archangel to look after his daughter. "Can I come with you to church?" Ace asked, kneeling before Angel and holding her little arms in his big warm ones. Just like the drama queen that she is, Angel taps her finger on her lips as if on thought and shouted in joy - "yes you can come, daddy." Her turquoise green irises sparkled with mischief, novice, and beautiful just like her name suggests.

She grumbled in annoyance that Sebastian didn't tell her right after dinner, instead leaving a note tucked under a vase. "Ouch..."' Angel almost fell face down on the ground because the tip of her heels suddenly kicked something. She squatted down to pick up a small box with a ribbon that had rolled on the ground. She thought someone must have dropped it in a hurry or when he was about to give it to his girlfriend. Curious, Angel opened it. She might be able to find out who the owner was and hand it over to the front desk. She found a very beautiful chain bracelet with a small blue gemstone pendant and a winged Angel pendant among the blue gemstones.

“And when that day comes, I won’t hold back… not even a little, every bit of my cork will embrace the wetness. I’ll be so deep inside you, you’ll feel me in your soul.” ********************* Morning came slowly. Angelie stirred, stretching her arms out, but the bed beside her was empty. A folded note sat on the pillow. She picked it up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. “I love you, Angelie Smith, more than words can describe.” She smiled, her cheeks were getting reddish as last night’s memories played in her mind like a sweet, slow movie. A knock interrupted her thoughts. She quickly wrapped her white robe around herself and headed for the door. The moment she opened it, a sharp sting lande

The seating arrangement seemed to amplify the tension. Gabriel stood at the altar in his impeccable attire, trying to fix his tie, his nervousness evident. Suddenly, the music started playing, and Angel made her entrance. She looked like a radiant angel in her white mermaid dress and long veil. I glanced at Gabriel, whose jaw dropped at the sight of her. I waved my hand at him, silently urging him to close his mouth. He chuckled, complying with my unspoken request. As she approached him, he extended his hand to hold hers. Their smiles spoke volumes, and they poured their hearts out during their vows. I could tell that Gabriel had written them perfectly for her.

he breathed out, his lips barely opening as his deep voice coursed out his words. "Yes, lord Adonis" "You all evacuate this mansion and get it filled with human maids for my needs" "As you wish, lord Adonis" Adonis eyes roamed around the crowd of death angels who all had their heads bowed down. His eyes rested on one of them. "Step out" His tone was as commanding as ever. The angel of death stepped out slowly, his legs bucking as sweats formed on his forehead which was supposed to be cold. "My... My lord Adonis" his voice was shaky just as much as his hands were.

His fingers moved across the keys with effortless grace, each note flowing into the next like a story being told without words. Then he sang. My breath caught. His voice was soft and deep and melodious, wrapping around the air like silk and pulling everything into it. The crowd in the video went silent first, then erupted in waves of screaming. My mouth fell open slowly. "Alexander Blackwood… is White Angel?" White Angel. The artist. The legend. The voice that once ruled everything.

She was too emotional for it to be polished—but the purity of her voice… archepela. This was beyond talent, it was another level. The high notes, the dips. I am not a religious man but this must be what an angel sounds like serenading you into heaven. It went straight through me, the hairs on my forearm stood up. She finished the last note on a whisper and took his hand up to her mouth to kiss it. The nurse just to the side of me gasped in awe at the private performance she had been privy to. Internally I mirrored her.