Novel & Cerita Azrael Santi

All three of them were in a pathetic state that no one in Azenla could ever believe that they were the respected individuals of the empire before. "Well, would you look at that?" Santi began. His right cheek rested on his right knuckles as his long silver hair blanketed the floor. The blue jeweled eyes, which were his trademark, were nowhere to be seen. Instead, his eyes were dark purple. In his irises, there was a shadow of black that danced in between.

-cheat throwing the mobile to the ground. - Hey, hey ...- Azael says, putting down the macaroni and walking up to me. I have a terrible desire to cry, but I'm not going to do it, I'm sick of crying because of everyone- Easy -He whispers in my ear as he hugs me, making my hair stand on end. I close my eyes and inhale deeply the scent of Azael, as I feel his hand stroking my hair. -I have to go- I say sadly. As dangerous as Azael can be, in his arms I feel safe, I feel safe from the world.

my eyes landed on the man who’d put me through so much humiliation. What the hell was Luca doing here? “Patriarch Vasiliev.” Lorenzo’s voice came out tight and hard as his hand clenched at my waist and pulled me closer to his body.

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.

Azrael didn’t let me come down. The moment my body stopped shaking from the last orgasm, he flipped me onto my back with terrifying ease, his massive frame caging me against the black silk sheets. His storm-gray eyes burned into mine, dark with obsession and something deeper something that looked almost like worship wrapped in violence. “You feel that?” he rasped, voice rough as gravel, as he dragged the thick head of his cock through my cum-soaked folds. “You’re dripping for me, Seraphina. Your body already knows who it belongs to.”

“Aurora…” “Let me finish” I said, raising my hand at Dante who frowned “Caspian is a cop who was against what Giovanni did. He sent men to go after him, his mate is an agent as well. Both didn’t want me getting in trouble with the Giovanni business and have been trying to get me out of it. Third, there is no such thing as a sire bond. Not in the sense that you referred to at least. Therefore, the next time you choose to listen to someone, or want to accuse me of something like that…”

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Even the books I have do not have an agreed appearance for the God of Death. “Asterion!” I heard my name being called. It felt like I was underwater. I groaned as there was a loud chorus of voices calling my name. “Please. Please wake up. Please don’t leave us alone.” someone cried, and I felt tears on my face. Are they my tears? No, someone's crying above me, and it’s their tears hitting my face. Why do they cry?

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

I gave up and drop my body again. “Well, I am once a human being,” she said. Wait. What? I sat again and study if she is serious and yes she is. “You mean you are a soul now?” “Sort of. I’m more on some guardian. Angelo gave me this task looking after you since before. I’ve seen the different kinds of Selena growing up in different lives but still end up the same.” I got silent. She looks as young as me but she is also a thousand years old already.