Archangel Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“I show up with my chaotic goblin energy, insult his mama, ruin brunches, slap him like we’re in a telenovela, and this man is still looking at me like I’m the human version of a warm brownie.” “Perhaps he appreciates authenticity more than perfection,” the angel suggested. “Yeah, well, he can appreciate it from a distance,” Deja grumbled, plopping back onto the bed. “This was supposed to be a quick little con, not a slow descent into emotionally compromised romance. I was supposed to collect the check, cause a little drama, maybe ruin Dominique’s collagen schedule—and dip! Instead, I’m catching feelings like they’re airborne.” The angel’s glow dimmed slightly as its expression turned seriou

“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

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

I appreciated, calming my own self down. I swear to God, in all these years of my life, I've never been this nervous. But it was all Angel's doing. Eversince Angel came into my life, my heart has developed this unusual habit of beating fast, uncontrollably fast. I feel like I'm surrounding by certain feelings that I'm unable to shake off me. Everytime Angel is near me, I feel calm; at peace. She my solace. The solution to all my problems. The shine in her beautiful glassy blue eyes always seem to draw me in like whirlpool of emotions that flows in her. Her captivating innocence make me possessive about. It attracts me; the more I stare at her, the more I fall.

If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING. Also, this is a rewrite/combined book of a series I have posted on Dre*me. For those of you who have followed my work for a while, you might know the original book series, The Forced Series which follow Rose, Kane, Alexander and Raven Tavish. This is a rewrite and it will be different. I will be making a lot of changes and the biggest being this WON’T be four books. I have taken those four books and combined them into one long book here. So, please no comments about how this is stolen work or similar to another authors series. This is my original work and I am the original auth

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered. She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any mention of beings like her—half-human, half-something else.

I could feel my body shaking as my hand held into his thigh. “If you drop that folder, Anj, we will stop.” I groaned, clutching the folder tighter while my fingernails dug into the skin of his thigh as we moved faster, making a perfect rhythm together until I reached another beautiful orgasm. “My god, not stopping is dying, right?” I asked after catching my breath. He chuckled. “Open the folder, Anj.” I laughed and cried. “If I worked with you, we’d get poor if we always do this, Sky,” I said, flipping the folder open. It was the newest brand for Absolute Glam, and I could not believe what I was reading. “You’re naming the new brand Angela?”

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

“But…why her though? Christian needs a wife, yes, but why does it have to be a girl whose father should be dead by now?” Before I could respond, Astrid was at it. She smirked coyly and her gaze lit up as she turned to Roma. “Oh, you don’t know, do you? I mean, I had those same feelings until I figured it out. Why does it have to be the daughter of a traitor? Well, get this, Angel Winchester has blonde hair and sickening blue eyes.” While Roma frowned, I felt my blood rush cold. “What does that have to do with…” Then his eyes widened, almost popping off as he swung his head my way, and an irking glimpse of pity settled on his face. “What the…fuck? Christian, love, I get that therapy isn’t you