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"I do not understand what is happening to me. I am a complete mess. Every time I think about this love—this forbidden, impossible love I feel for her—I am filled with frustration and conflict. I do not want to betray the Father, and I certainly do not want to betray Eron. But I cannot help what I feel. I am completely drowned and overwhelmed by these emotions." "I know you are strong enough to get through this, too," Ajal said firmly. "Just do not give in to despair. And above all… do not ever let yourself be carried away by the rush of your emotions alone." Ajal is a true friend and an exceptional guide. He always helps me see things clearly. He was also the one who told me about the existe

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.

Pulling the book out of its place, I relaxed on my bed and opened to where I had stopped reading. 'The prophecy that was told by Hebron stated that an Angel of Light will fall in love with a Dark Angel. They would be the first angels to feel extreme emotions and they would be the first angels to act on it. Those two angels would give up everything they've ever known to be with one another. In time they would bear a child, a son, that unlike ordinary angels would be a vessel that could wield forces of light and dark thus making him the strongest being to exist in the three realms.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I had an even stronger impression that Reive went into raptures from my embarrassment. “Of course, Angel, there’s a small pond near here.” He led me through bushes and trees in a direction known only to him. And I, silly sheep, kept my eyes on him, not even thinking that if he left me there all alone, I wouldn’t be able to find my way out of the forest. “But why do you call me Angel?” I asked while we were walking. “Once upon a time, angels were called mysterious creatures flying high in the sky,” he readily began telling his story. “They were said to be creatures of other worlds. Worlds where there wasn’t any of the necromancy and magic we were familiar with.”

A powerful one. "Is that...?" Verenya whispered. I watched the falling light twist and spin toward the earth, glowing with heat and glory and sorrow. Feathers burned to gold. Grace unraveling in a firestorm. A fallen angel. Falling... not randomly. Falling toward Seralyn Keep. I smiled slowly and glanced at my sister goddess. "Interesting," I murmured. "Another piece on the board." Verenya arched a brow. "Yours?" "Oh no," I said, smirking. "I haven't touched the angels in centuries. This one's falling by choice."

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

The place was illuminated with a soft, radiant light, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Surrounding the waterfall, a multitude of angels with various hair colors could be seen. They flew gracefully in the air, their movements harmonious and filled with grace. Some perched on rocks and branches near the water's edge, while others dived playfully into the pool, creating ripples of light and reflections that danced on the surface. Khione turned to her daughter with a gentle smile as they beheld this wondrous place. "This... is the ancestral plane of angels." Kaerlia's eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon the countless angels inhabiting this celestial haven, each one radiant and unique. Sh

Two angels. They were Real. Not painted, not carved. They were Living. Their bodies glowed faintly, tall and broad, like fire burned under their skin. One had black hair that fell like midnight, and his eyes were sharp, and dangerous. The other glowed golden, his smile soft but sinful at the same time. I couldn’t breathe. Mira tried to speak, her voice shaking. “We’re sorry… we shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t you?” The golden one stepped closer, each step slow, his bare feet silent on the marble floor. His voice was teasing and playful, like he already knew us. “You climbed all this way. Maybe your soul already knew what it wanted.”

The confused look on Hudson’s face was priceless, and I muffled a laugh. “How does that relate to my question?” he asked. “Do you want to tell my story for me? Wait for the interesting part,” I told him. “At that moment of boldness and courage, the sky lightened up; the sun that rose from behind the once-crimson cloud was blinding. In that blinding brightness came the cry of an angel; an innocent baby wrapped up in beautiful white clothes was descending from the sky. I lifted my arms, and he fell just as softly as a feather onto my arms. I snuggled him closer to me. His smile was angelic, and from that moment, I knew I had become a mother. That’s the end of my story,” I narrated. “How does t