Azrael Santi Novels & Stories

He laughed sarcastically as he brushed his face with his two hands. I am starting to get curious now. What did Cyrene tell him? "Carmela..." "What the fuck are you talking about, Tristan?" I asked through gritted teeth. He looked at me through his tears that kept falling endlessly. "Answer me you asshole!" I said as I pinned him against the wall. "Cyrus!" "Alpha!" Andy and Alicia screamed but I did not let go of Tristan. Instead, I pushed him harder against the wall.

Xavier danced with me as he picked out little conversations which I keep zoning out barely able to keep myself awake. I felt an unfamiliar tingling piling up in my guts. Oh shit! “Lyra” I hear Sage call out my heart dropping at the way his tune sounded. Sage slips his hands through my waist drawing me to him possesively, like I was his price jewel he didn’t want to lose. His action made my back crash to his dominating figure, as his grip gutted tighter on my waist, urging me to bite on my lower lip. “Get to the car” he mumbled to my hearing while he sent glares at Xavier.

Azrael said slowly, looking deep into my eyes with his crimson gaze. Pre-cum leaked in thick, slow strings from the head of my cock, stretching toward the floor before dropping in slow plips. Our scents mixed in the air, assaulting my nose and overwhelming my senses further. Azrael, the eldest, stood close to me, his midnight-black hair and his framed face like an ancient Greek god, and his sweet, velvet voice wrapped around me like smoke. Azrael dragged his thick finger in slow, maddening circles around the tip of my cock, pressing slightly into the small opening.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Thank you kindly. "I appreciate that as well." I hugged him, and he returned the hug by shaking my hand. "Could you tell me your name again?" she said. "Yhra Santos." "I'm thrilled to have met you, Yhra." I bid you farewell." Then he turned around and left the room, leaving me behind. Following her departure, I carefully checked Remon's notes.

" The prince shouted. Drake was trying to smile devilishly. "You're not a respected royal. Why would I respect a useless creature?" He scoffed. "I will kill you; I will kill your heir!" Drake's expression went cold and dark, staring at the prince. "If you dare to hurt my heir... don't let him hunt you down to hell and meet my demon there." Drake seriously muttered "I'm not scared of Satan!" "But you are scared of me." I have the devil's eye... which means I'm Satan. "

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

Alyona announce sarcastically as soon as Czar arrived with her. Vanluke's priority is Ara. He traveled the distance between him and Alyona. His left hand immediately wrapped around her neck to choke her just enough to deny her eighty percent of oxygen. The smug look on her face turns lifeless. "Where. Is. She." J City Hospital 4 days later… "Hi, my name is Karee Deusdado. Do you know who I am?"

“You know after tonight; I may not want to see you for a while. Not until I can handle my emotions.” He kissed her forehead, “I don’t think you would stay far away from me for long.” Azrael moved his fingers down, to where they were lightly touching the fabric. Knowing it would be his undoing. “But I know a way to make you feel more alive.” His fingers ripped her panties aside and inserted his middle finger within. Causing the kind of reaction that he was yearning to see.