Angels Romance Books Novels & Stories

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.

Standing with her hands on her hips, a small frown on her face as she watches the two huge Angels fight across the stone floor. She looks at me and doesn't even bother to hide the desire in her eyes as she drags them over my body. For the first time as our eyes meet again something inside me reacts and I need to look away. She walks past me, her hips swaying in her two piece attire that leaves nothing to the imagination. Lifting her hands she allows her magic to come from her in blue streams of what look like flames. Allowing it to wrap around my brothers she spreads her arms separating them, Mammon is still laughing.

He answered flatly, trying to keep his temper in check and remain respectful, not wanting to offend me any further out of fear of repercussions. "Interesting!" I mused with a chuckle, wondering what the angels had done when they had saved her from me.. because when she left me, she most definitely was not a virgin! Anger at being wiped from her life prompted me to lash out at Damien, wanting him to hurt like I was now! "I can see your wolf is slamming deep inside her. I imagine he is hitting the end of her pussy with every thrust. He is doing a good job of filling her up." I provoked Damien; Ares, encouraged by my words, started to thrust faster.

she announced with a bow "Tell her I will be with her shortly," Camila replied "Yes Ms Camila," she acknowledged and left. Camila got up to leave after excusing herself but Mrs Garcia took the small book from her before she left the balcony. "Now we can do that adult talk," Mrs Carter said "Don't give her that book and let's keep her out of all plans that are to the extreme," she added "We will not give each other up. She is young and in the heat of the situation she may spill," she pointed out

She straddled my thighs, both hands on either side of my face, and gave me a long kiss, before stepping back and taking hold of the ropes of my sweatpants. She deftly undid the ropes and pushed her fingers inside. Her hand closed around my shaft, all hard and ready for her. Then she let go, taking my hard dick between her own thighs. My dick grazed her pussy behind the material of her soaked panties, and I groaned. "Fuck, Angel." I uttered. Angel sighed as she felt my dick slide against her pussy. We were so close, and yet clothes separated us. She began to ride against my dick: slowly at first, then our tempo began to increase.

His eyes darkened with desire as it landed on a trembling angel in front of him. Without hesitation, he shed his shirt once the buttons were undone. Angel gasped at the sight of his chiseled muscles, her hands aching to touch his body. Her trembling had reached a breaking point, and tears threatened to burst out of her. Mark couldn't stop himself from drawing closer, his focus on Angel. His steps did not break her stare as he approached, his well-toned arms now within her reach. He closed the gap between them, and the intensity of their emotions skyrocketed.

I'm sure they're supposed to be words, but they're peculiarly stacked together in such a way that only the writer can decipher them. I flip the pages, which I'm surprised are empty at all, given how used the book feels and looks. Closing the book, I open it again to a random page. But there's nothing random about this page. It has been visited multiple times, even recently. I'm sure my sight serves me correctly. Angie's Must-Do List— Steps To Freedom. The title reads, and then there's a bunch of things. * Drink Alcohol * Try a cigarette * Have my first kiss

“I'm not lacking women by my side as it is.” Angel stayed silent. She couldn't answer. I picked up the pad and the moment I saw the news on Zach again, an idea popped up in my mind. I looked at Angel closely. She was very beautiful, a breath of fresh air and had a seductive look. “You can be my girlfriend,” I started and paused to watch her expression shift from confusion to hope. “But you will be seducing someone else.” “Excuse me?” “You're excused.” I smirked. “I don't need a girlfriend but I need a seductress. So you're either her or you leave my office now.”