Archangel Romance Novels 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.

I was thrilled with the amazing support that I found within each comment, each like, each gem, and each word of encouragement. The introduction of Caiathus in the first book was really the first crack that hit the wall between the supernatural species. I knew then that the Fated Universe would not be complete unless it paid homage to the diversity within the world. Some readers have commented that they enjoyed the parallels when it came to the climate within our own world today. I have been blessed to get the opportunity of working with people from all different cultures, religions, and backgrounds, so I saw the potential of those parallels. Angel faced a lot in this book, but each struggle

Besides, I didn't want to come here and bask in loneliness every night. Now, Kara is here. She makes the atmosphere less lonely. " Yeah. How was your day, Angel?" I walk towards the kitchen, taking off my coat and leaving it on the backrest of the couch. " It was great." She replies. I halt and turn around to face her. " You're not bored here?" Kara almost crashes into me from the sudden halt and we both stare at each other. Her face is so close, the freckles on her nose visible, her lips pouty and pink.

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!

However after two months, she couldn’t find Claire and realized her mother had probably burned that bridge already and was promptly kicked out by said unsuspecting new husband. Angel admitted to herself that for a while she did feel as if she deserved all Brandon was doing to her for being such a deviant in the first place, and so she didn’t fight it. She’d been so driven for the beguiling sensations of sensual bondage and succulent sexy pleasure that she’d traded herself in for a poor, demented copy of the real thing.

Her tongue danced just on the edge of his cock and from time to time, she deep-throated him. Irene raised her eyes to watch him as a moan ripped from his throat and his eyes flutter close. For her, sex had faded into being about power, and right now she had power over him. Over Angel. Mysterious, I-don't-know-his-job-but-maybe-he's-an-assassin-so-my-curiosity-won't-push-me-too-far-to-know- Angel. Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me.

she said casually. Trunks’ expression brightened just a little. “Me too,” he said, finally meeting her eyes properly. A slow, mischievous smile curved her lips. “My favorite genre is… dark romance.” Trunks’ eyes widened in shock, and Angelique couldn’t help but burst into laughter, the sound echoing softly through the quiet aisles. “I’m joking,” she said with a light laugh. “I love medieval stories as well as detective fiction and criminology. I also read on diverse topics.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, and instantly, it wasn't my own touch I felt—it was Callan's broad hand. "God..." I gasped into the quiet room. I pushed my sweater up over my chest and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill free. My fingers cupped one side of my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before sliding up to pinch my hardened nipple. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my back arched off the mattress. "Callan..." I whimpered out loud, my hips making a small, desperate upward jerk. "Callan, don't... don't leave me..." I kept muttering

“I'm not lacking women by my side as it is.” Angel stayed silent. She couldn't answer. I picked up the pad and the moment I saw the news on Zach again, an idea popped up in my mind. I looked at Angel closely. She was very beautiful, a breath of fresh air and had a seductive look. “You can be my girlfriend,” I started and paused to watch her expression shift from confusion to hope. “But you will be seducing someone else.” “Excuse me?” “You're excused.” I smirked. “I don't need a girlfriend but I need a seductress. So you're either her or you leave my office now.”

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