Angels Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

My body was now hopping up and down in ryhthm to his movements while my breast kept flapping hitting against each other. "Fuck me Angel, I don't want to be fucked by any other man, take me, take my fucking pussy and own it because it's yours." I begged amidst my moanful cries, Angel was driving me on a high I had never experienced before. I could feel my pupils almost getting to the end of my eye. My eyes were so blurry as Angel's persistent strokes filled me with torrents of sweetness and drove me to esctasy. "Fucking slut, how do you like my dick inside of you?" Angel said in a hoarse voice and I quivered at the mind blowing sensations I was experiencing.

Eyes widening, I scream; “ANGEL!” Looking at me questioningly, Angel moves to look behind her, her voice low as she mutters. “Strap in tight honey! It’s about to get hella crazy.” Then without warning, she shifts gears and accelerates to the max, mine and Caleb's bodies being thrown into the seats, our belts tight. How the hell did they find us? And that fast too?

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

so breathtaking. "Wow, what is this place?" Angela questioned as she ran her eyes around the area, awestruck. She couldn't bring herself to stop staring at the fascinating scene. Her big doe eyes were stuck on the scene ahead, unblinkingly watching it like a film on replay. "Do I have to fight for your attention, now?" Mason whispered in her ear, when he saw she wasn't going to stop staring at the scene ahead of her anytime soon. As if coming out of a trance, she suddenly blinked and glanced at him, a sudden smile appearing on her face, accentuating her dimples.

Damien would definitely leave the house but might end up getting stuck in traffic for the rest of the night, so he decided against it. At about two am, Jacob began feeling a pleasant pressure on his groin. He had sleepily opened his to see Bianca grinding her bare core on his clothed hardness. He had jerked his head up while his eyes widened like saucers as realization dawned on him. She was just putting on the t-shirt he had given her to change into. He had also given her some shorts but she wasn’t wearing them as she straddled him, her hands grasping her breasts as she moaned loudly.

he yelled louder that I couldn't help but shiver. "She's blind," someone let out in the crowd. I could feel my legs go weak. "Are you blind?" he asked, but I kept mute. "Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?" he yelled in frustration. "Yes," I said with a teary and shaky voice. "A blind Mate," he yelled out for everyone to hear.

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,

I want to stay with you as long as I live. Arin - Yes. Off course. Why not. You are just mine. In night Arin thinking that he is an angel. If he will marry with Isla then he loss his all power. But he love Isla and want to marry with her. The God and all angles seeing all things. They decide to talk with Arin about Arin and Isla. It was a full moon night. Angels come to their true form on this night and they cannot assume any other form on this night.So,Arin locked him in a cave.

Something slippery and salty hits my throat and I swallow without thinking. "Fuck, I wish I could see you" he bites out finally releasing my head. I sit up, mortified at the tears that are already drying on my face and the saliva sliding down the corner of my mouth. Is it weird that I'm happy he's blind? At least this way he can't see what a mess I am. I wonder if other women react this way "That was amazing. You were fucking amazing. C'mere" his hands find my face quicker this time then he's lowering his mouth to mine. "No, you can't..." He slams his lips against mine, not caring about anything. I'm sure he can taste himself in my mouth. Why isn't he pulling back? A second later, he stops,