Archangel Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Let's just do something different today." David's face lit up as he extended a romance novel toward Cordelia. "How about we dive into a different world for a while? It might be a pleasant escape." Cordelia accepted the book, her fingers gently caressing its cover. With their coffee cups in hand, they settled into the armchair, allowing themselves to be enveloped by the written words and the aromatic essence of their freshly brewed beverages. Cordelia stole glances at David as he immersed himself in his chosen book, noticing the dimples that adorned his smile for the first time.

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

Angel was out of her mind while she’s staring at her older brother things. She doesn’t know what to do first, that’s why she’s just staring. She doesn’t know what to do first if she will cook for their dinner or she will help his brother packed his things. Still, packing her brother’s thing is the winner because they don’t have rice to be cooked. What a shame!

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

My heartbeat slows to nothing, while my conscience spins so fast everything blurs, at the first lick of his tongue against my lips. In turn, Marciano groans almost audibly before grazing my clit with his teeth. Pleasure like I’ve never felt before crashes into me. Hard. My tongue runs across my lips, and it feels like I’ve been sent into another orbit. I’m barely hanging on. “Look at me, Angelica,” Marciano barks out the order, his voice husky and raw. “Look at me while I eat your pussy.” The dirty talk takes me by surprise because we’ve been a little intimate, and though we never got this far, he never said anything like it before.

“But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.” He pulled her up and kissed her. Deep. Intimate. Then rougher. Clothes were torn away. Hands everywhere. He bent her over the padded bench, wrists cuffed loosely. A flogger traced her spine. His mouth followed, marking her skin, fingers stretching her. They moved together hard and close. He took her from behind first, driving deep until she cried out. Then he turned her face-to-face, legs wrapped around him, slow rolling thrusts, eyes locked. Control threaded with tenderness. Light restraints. Gentle pressure at her throat that stole breath and se

Before my fist could even tap, the doors opened first. My eyes widened. Azrael stood there wearing a mask. My smile slowly grew. “Well...” I stepped closer. “Looks like I’ll be meeting my Angel tonight.” His smile turned dark. Sensual. He caught my waist and pulled me against him. “You catch on so quickly, my kitten. Welcome back to The Angel's Den.” A giggle escaped me when his forehead touched mine. "It's good to be back." His expression softened. “I love that sound so fucking much.”

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

I casually leaned against one of the castle’s stone columns, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yes really! That was all you! Can’t you see? You’re destined to bond with her! She’s your other half!” I stupidly stared at her for a few moments, those words of hers actually creating a some kind of conflict within me as indeed she was the Archangel of Fate and all that shit after all…However, I quickly brushed it off, choosing to contradict her instead. That couldn’t be true. Angels usually don’t have such thing. Let alone fallen ones.