Angels Reading Free Novels & Stories

Sincerly, Angel Franco

Content Warning (Explicit) This chapter contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and themes of infidelity, power dynamics, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for mature audiences 18+. If you are sensitive to morally gray relationships, explicit erotica, or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. Angel’s Pov. Dropping to my knees like the desperate sinner I was, I wrapped my fingers around him, dragging my nails along the throbbing veins that marked his shaft. The sight of his swollen tip and the feel of his heat in my hand made my nipples tighten and my pussy throb—soaked and aching with fresh want. I licked my lips, teasing th

Glancing back at the door, I felt the urge to back away, but I stayed back. Gulping hard, I reached for the book; it almost dropped off my hand due to its heaviness. I sat on one of the chairs and opened it. The first page had me reeling in shock. It was a history book of the generations that existed centuries before. From the first page, I was glued to the introduction of all the varying beings and their respective strengths. My eyes rounded like saucers when I saw the page about angels. I thought they were a myth, but I am reading about their existence on Earth. Each creature has a birthmark, and I was shocked to see the same mark as the one on my lower belly behind me. Wings.

, she said with a soft smile. " Yes, she does," I said. Gilda went ahead to get one of those stories. " Do you want to read this one?" She asked Angel. " Yes," Angel wrote. She brought it out and sat on the bed next to Angel. I had so much to look at, even though I tried concentrating on the book she was reading. She looked calm and beautiful. I wondered why anyone would try to hurt someone like this.

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leaches, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. I want you to respect me, my word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years. You will be by my side when I need you, you will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the

I said carefully. A pause. Then… “Okay,” Chris replied. “I’ll wait.” His voice softened. “Get some rest, Angel. I’ll call you tomorrow.” “Alright, Chris… thank you for calling.” “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” The call ended. I lowered my phone slowly and glanced at the time. My eyes widened slightly. I hadn’t realized how long I had been reading. The hours had slipped by without me noticing. The room felt quieter now. Still. My gaze shifted back to the book. Bête. The word lingered in my mind again. Heavy. Unsettling.

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

Cordelia and David wandered through the stacks, their fingers grazing the spines of countless books, searching for the perfect spot to settle in. Finally, they discovered a secluded corner, tucked away from prying eyes, where a comfortable armchair awaited them, offering a breathtaking view of the garden outside. Curiosity got the better of David as he asked, "What kind of books do you usually read? I thought we were going to study for school." Cordelia raised an eyebrow, her eyes widening with a sense of intrigue and wonder. “I thought you said we were coming here to read school books?” "I know, I know," he replied playfully. "Let's just do something different today."

Captain exhaled "they won't be the same in power and technology, the "Devils of the red Moon" will be even deadlier than before" he clenched his fists "we have to be prepared or else humankind will fall into the hands of those devilish bastards and we won't let that happen at any cost". Suzan looked lost all of a sudden, "Promise me... Suzan...promise me...." the last words of Lucas were echoing in her mind. "I wanna resign from my duties as a member of the 'Angels of the burning Sun' "

Through him, she became changed . More .' 'A Demon?' I asked. He tapped the cigarette on the side of the ashtray. 'Humans can't become Demons, only Angels can. No, my father gave her a gift, one that he stole from them . You see, in their vault, the Angels keep all manner of shady things. Some people think they're real and have spent lifetimes searching for them. Most think they're nothing but myths and legends. These things have been woven into stories over time, until you think well, that just can't be true, can it? If you start investigating the possibility that it might not be fiction, the trail will lead you down so many paths, that you'll have no idea which one to take and get so total