Novel & Cerita Anime Angel Male

Angel glanced between the two men and shrugged. “What I needed to, to get Jordan on board. His dad will not follow me, he will fight, but I can make short work of him if he keeps on. So, I told Jordan about the last man who thought I was just a supposed pretty face.” Damian lifted a brow but it was Antonio who answered. “The worst part about what Angel did to that man was cut off his dick.” Damian glanced back at Angel who only shrugged again. “I’m not a good woman, I belong to the mafia, my sins run deep and the blood I have spilled runs like a river. You can go, if you like, you wouldn’t be the first,” she told him in all honesty.

Only the glow of the bulb behind him cut through the shadows, revealing his silver coloured hair. The dark angel. Angelo De Angelis. A man knelt before him, trembling and bleeding. Whispering prayers in a language he didn't care to understand. Finally he stood and walked forward, each step deliberate, echoing like judgement. Then he paused, gloved hands tucked behind his back and black coat brushing his boots. Cold blue eyes stared at the man in front of him. No emotion, no hesitation. It was just calm, patient, unblinking and deadly. The man chained to the wall trembled and whimpered. “P-please… I didn't know…I…I didn't —”

"Oh, okay. Thanks for keeping me company and checking on me. I know you don't accept thanks. Only God knows how much I owe you now." He chuckled, "Goodbye, Kris." "Bye, Lucian." He stared at me. "Don't call me that." "But it's your fucking na-" "To you I'm Angel. Nothing more." He smirked and I rolled my eyes, "I mean it." He added on a serious note. "Do you go about telling people what to call you?" "Nah, just you, baby." He winked and with that, he left. Not a bad way to end my day.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

Levi reminds him, as they both turn towards me with hungry filled eyes. "Fuck, Angel." Salem moans at the sight of me touching myself. "Oh, she's far from an angel, can't you see?" Levi smirks. "You're right. She's much more breathtaking than one." Salem retorts making me blush. He moves back in between my legs, before looking deep into my eyes. "Are you ready, Angel?" he asks me softly, gently running his hands up and down my thighs. "Yes." I moan, more then ready.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

A silence would form, with only rain to fill the void, but my reins were not under control. — Your house has almost no windows... Are you a vampire? — I whispered. — I don't think so, Angel. He looked at me lying on the bed, covered by his sheets and dressed in his clothes. He didn't seem to mind. — I like it when you call me Angel... In his voice it seems to sound more...—I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and losing myself in my reasoning. — I don't know...

He says nothing; he doesn't have to; the squirrel is already running for its dear life. Smart animal. Now I'm alone with the titanic angel, and quite frankly, I'm finding it a little hard to breathe as he seems to be making himself comfortable behind me. Two shoes more gigantic than the bed where I sleep comes into view as the angel stretches out his legs on either side of me. A cracking sound, probably from him doing something to his shoulders, fill my ears, and I grimace. The atmosphere around us is so thick and awkward, an utter catastrophe. I so desperately want this angel to be Adam, but I'm also afraid. This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in thi

Patricia and Petra’s anger smashed into me, instead of pushing it away I let it mingle with my own. The men chose to look up at me at that moment. Their expressions changed from anger to fear. The animal changed into another man, he looked at the others and they lowered their gazes. That show of respect only pissed me off more. “Who the Fuck are you?!” I said through gritted teeth. “We were sent here to find the Angel and take him back to our Master.” The man that was the animal said. “Where is the Angel?” I asked, I was barely hanging on after hearing that.

It was slow and lingering. When we broke apart, he stayed close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. “Do you remember the times you used to kill my lovers?” he whispered. I rolled my eyes. “Of course.” He grinned, that small, mischievous one that always got under my skin. Then I asked, half serious, “Do you think I’m weak now?” Angel tilted his head, pretending to think. “Not really. Maybe a bit.” “A bit?” He smirked. “I wouldn’t call it weakness. You’re just… softer. More human. I think it’s because of me.”