Archangel Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Then a crystal chandelier hung beautifully on the roof of her dorm room. Nara was speechless, he could only admire everything that appeared in his eyes. Exquisite. His hands were busy touching all the things he had never met in hell. "How do you like it?" Asked Rafael, he smiled when he saw Nara smiling. The girl nodded. "You know?" Raphael asked starting the conversation. "Angel and nymphs are heavenly creatures based on the marriage of humans with angels. However, only warrior angels, servants can marry humans. For angels like me, Rail and the others can only marry fellow angels or nymphs," Nara began understand life in heaven, even though only a few percent he understood what Rafael meant

This was a disaster in the making. Before the hour was up, Angel was literally inundated with male admirers; she was holding her own though. She didn’t show any partiality to any of them Garrett noted though; it was almost as if she didn’t particularly note their existence. When he asked Hunter about it, he responded “She’s not your typical teenager; she’s had to fight to survive. She’s not all boy crazy and trying to experiment to fit into the world. She knows where she belongs. She’s fine with where she is.” Hunter happened to look up just as Angel turned away from one of her admirers apparently, he wasn’t happy that she didn’t pay him any attention and he grabbed her wrist to stop her, wh

But what I see stops me completely. Angel kneels on the smooth courtyard stone, her large amber-gold eyes downcast as she carefully gathers her books from the pavement. Her long chestnut-brown hair spills over her white veil in soft waves, and even from a distance, I can see her hands trembling as she works. Coffee has soaked through the front of her grey hoodie, the liquid dark against the pale fabric. But it's the boy kneeling across from her that makes my chest constrict.

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?” “Neither of us,” Angel pointed out with a mischievous grin.

Her physique was so perfect, her up the knee mini skirt did no justice to enveloping her perfectly sexy thighs. Her almost pale skin colour matching her choice of suit left Lucian wondering if she knew what she was doing with all of that dressing and choices. Lucian had seen so many beautiful women since his stay on Earth, but nobody told him Angels lived freely around too. Lucian had his mind going haywire at the sight of this woman that had such impact on him. He dropped his pen and rested his back on his chair, tilting his head up and spinning the chair gently sideways as he kept on feeding his eyes.

So, once again, Angelica accepted the only possible conclusion. Forbidden to realize her truest desire, she committed to fantasizing about her secret lover taking her cherry as her fingers slowly circled her sensitive clit. "Mmmmm Roman, yes Roman, love me," she whispered as she brought herself to a much-needed climax. Though physically sated, Angelica still slept uneasily, knowing that the part of her brother she imagined filling her up, never really would. But it would fill Mariah.

NIKOLAI VOLKOV And then, between sobs and broken words, the story continued. Angelo was the only son, and also his parents' favorite. Then he recounted the most painful details. When Angelo threw himself on top of her to protect her, he absorbed the full impact, dying instantly with broken bones while she walked away with a scar on her face. The mother's grief, transformed into hatred. The exile to the convent at age nine, the childhood hope of becoming a nun, a sacrifice to redeem the life she had "stolen." And then, at eighteen, the silent expulsion back to a house that was not home, to a life of service and invisibility, two years serving her own family as nothing more than a maid.

I started, but the Alpha cut me off. “Tell me everything about you, Mate,” his voice was husky and lst shimmered in his eyes. “I am Angel – Angeline,” as I started talking his lips roamed from my chin to my neck in delicious open-mouth kisses and nibbles. What I heard about Alphas seemed to be true, Aaron was pure desire and passion, and I could feel it in every buzzing nerve of my body. Definitely no complaints here; those lips were really doing their magic. “I went to listen to your speech because my dad died yesterday during the attack,” as I said those words, a strangled cry hitched in my throat and Alpha Aaron stopped his kisses while his gaze wandered up and met my glistening eyes.

❞ 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.