Archangel Romance Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

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.

Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from demons?" Amy: "As you can see there is light everywhere in Angelina. The sun never sets here. So Angelina does not have night and dark angels practice dark magic and need darkness around them. Demonalia Den is the place where there is no light. There is darkness every time." Casie: "Ok I get it. So dark angel do not come here." Amy: "No there were occurrences when demon and dark angels have tried attacking Angelina and so for that, we have to be prepared and so you need to take the training session seriously and the best angels than becomes archangels."

I throw my arms around him tightly, burying my face in his neck before he can lose his shit. "Azren, please," I whisper desperately, my voice shaking. "Don't get angry. Not right now. You're still burning up. I can't watch you hurt again. Please." He stays rigid for another second. Then a long, exhausted sigh leaves him. His arms slowly come around my waist, holding me close even though his body is trembling with the effort. "I'm not angry at you, Angel," he murmurs against my hair. "I think... the voice you heard was your wolf. She's waking up. She doesn't like him near you. That's why she reacted."

What To Expect ✓ Fallen Angel Romance ✓ Possessive/ clingy Hero ✓ Powerful Heroine ✓Smutt ✓ Celestial Politics ✓ Forbidden Love ✓ Enemies Hunting The Heroine ✓ Reincarnation Mystery ✓ Touch-Her-And-Die Energy ✓More smutt ✓ Epic earth shattering sex with a literal fallen angel, one who fucks his girl with his wings out Short Author’s Note Every story in this anthology explores a different kind of supernatural romance. Some heroes are monsters. Some are kings. Some are villains. Some are devils But all of them fall as hard as they fuck! The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes.

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?

He eyed her closely and his grey gaze flashed with amusement as he asked, “What’s wrong, Angel? Has my glorious body got you feeling all hot and bothered?” A challenging and almost seductive growl erupted from his throat and she instinctively lashed out with a hand, forcing her palm against his chest to push him away from her. The moment she did, she regretted it. The heat ofh him, the spark that erupted between their flesh, made her head spin. “Just get dressed, would you?” she scowled back at him, quickly yanking her hand away, careful not to touch him again. “Who’s the alpha here, Angel?”

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.’

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

She brightened up, but he suspected it was for his sake. “She’s okay, I promise you. We’ll get her.” “Thanks.” All done dressing, he grabbed his briefcase and draped his coat over his shoulders. She followed him outside, and he sensed her reluctance when they reached the door. He also didn’t want to leave, but work called. “What kind of books do you write about?” “Oh, romance. I love love,” Angel said. He thought of that as an irony since she didn’t believe in it. What would she do if he confessed his feelings? She extricated the briefcase from him so he could wear his jacket. “I actually have a book to release.”