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Seeming to have trouble with her own seatbelt, Angel looked alarmed as he dropped down onto his knees before her and gripped her knees, forcing her legs apart. “If fucking you a second time is what it takes for me not to be a player, then I’d be happy to oblige,” he rumbled deep in his throat, offering her a gaze filled with desire. His fingers squeezed her knees, silently urging her to feel his sudden need to have her. His wolf instantly began to react to the way her knees squeezed against his sides, almost urging him between her legs. The beast was ready and raring to go, one step away from howling his desire for all to hear. It was a good thing they were miles up in the air and only the p

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

As a result, I end up frozen in place. Unable to look away, I witness the gigantic hand lower itself into our cage. I follow its movements and shriek when I spot the twins staring up at the sky as if they have already given up on running. "NO!" I scream. "What are you guys doing?! RUN!" Bailey instantly wraps his hand around my mouth to muffle my cries. I try to fight him, but he is too darn strong. He effortlessly holds me closer to his body. "There is nothing you can do about it," He tells me. "Every morning around this time, the angels will pick two humans to eat. Sometimes they only pick one,"

she stood up straight in the chair at the last part, she was being stubborn and it was adorable. I stood up from my chair and walked over to the other side of the desk, leaning back on it near her, her eyes didn’t leave me for a second, “Every living soul is born with angelic blood, the first couple to conceive were fallen angels, and so, every soul has the purest blood and soul at birth, only tainted by sins once they are committed by one’s free will,” I tilted my head and shrugged my shoulders, “maybe, also, with a little help from a whispering demon in their ear,” I couldn’t help my devious grin.

The Angel's face was chiselled and strong, with eyes that burned like stars. As the Angel descended, the air around us seemed to vibrate with energy. The wind picked up, whipping our hair into a frenzy, and the sound of rushing water filled our ears. The Angel's presence was both exhilarating and terrifying, like standing at the edge of a great precipice.

hidden in their shadows. Angel walked forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones, entirely out of place in the rugged winter courtyard. Her eyes swept over the kneeling Elder Thomas, the disheveled Valerie, and finally landed on Draven’s bare, scarred chest. A sudden flash of greedy regret crossed her face when she realized the "monstrous" Alpha she had rejected was a magnificent, powerful god. "Well, well," Angel purred, her voice carrying a high-pitched, haughty velvet tone. "I come to check on the family arrangement, and I find my little stepsister completely failing to keep her husband's bed warm."

Anything at all. ************* Hannah and Garin were back in the desert, waiting for Fawn and Norae to arrive so they could finish this fight once and for all. They weren't about to run away again only to be found later on. Now was the time to take a stand and face the angels whose mission was to end their lives. Suddenly, there was a boom from the sky and the sound appeared a light that transported the two angels into the desert. They flew over the sand for a few seconds before landing on the ground.

As if my soul was being dragged inside, even if it means leaving my body. "M-miss Naenia, what's happening to you?" The clicking of bats from every tree nearby, the fact that it's now the crack of dawn and the waning crescent moon started to rise. Everything was too murky and hypnotizing. I even felt dizzy. My knees wanted to disown me and it doesn't help that I literally tripped into something. From then, everything went in slow motion as I was waiting for me to kiss the ground. "Hey, stop being a baby."

My breath caught instantly. His ginger hair glowed copper beneath the burning light, messy and damp with rain and ash. The hood of his black cloak had fallen back slightly, shadows cutting sharply across his face. Thick black slime dripped slowly from the knife in his hand, sliding down the dark fabric of his sleeve like ink. For a second, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just stood there like something unreal, his chest rising slowly. Mysterious, terrifying, beautiful eyes fixed on me through the smoke. His face identical to that of an angel’s worn by something far too dangerous to ever be called holy.

Raina touched a picture of Jasmine’s mother on a bookshelf. Gabriel stopped her from touching anything further, grabbing her wrists, leading her back to the door. “You can leave now. Jasmine isn’t here.” Raina looked surprised then. “She hadn’t come back home to you? Hmm what a shame. I assumed you knew she came to me at the club earlier that’s why I thought she would be here by now. Did you have a fight?” Gabriel wanted her to leave then. She was getting too many clues that he didn’t want to give away. Raina was all knowing and could clearly see what transpired between them just by the look on Gabriel’s face. “You do know what happens if an Angel sins don’t you? You will never be able to go