Azriels Obsession Novels & Stories

But Azrion doesn’t let me breathe. — You know, I asked a few questions here and there... — He gestures theatrically, feeding off the damage he’s causing. — And what if I told you it was Azazel’s whisper that convinced your friend to come to that club the night you met the clan? — Whisper? — I shake my head, lost. — Who’s Azazel? Azrion steps closer, his fingers brushing my face in what should be a caress, but it’s dominance. I pull away from his touch, nausea rising.

“You don’t know Sariyah like I do.” That shuts him up. Because I do. I know how close Ember lives to the edge of becoming something terrible. I know how much she hates the world for letting men be taken and cities rot and gods lie. Most importantly, I know how easily Sariyah’s lies could feel like permission. The torches flicker the shadows along the far wall move. I spin just as heat rolls through the cell dry, ancient, and wrong. Azrael steps out of nothing wings I have never seen are half-manifested. His expression is calm, too calm. Every instinct I have goes nuclear.

He set a deep, relentless pace, using the collar as a handle. “Eyes on the screens,” he grunted, his hips pumping. Sloane’s blurred vision focused on the triptych of her life. Her past misery. Her present, exposed ecstasy. Her future, quantified in ever-climbing numbers. The humiliation was a live wire in her gut, but beneath it, coiling tight, was a terrifying arousal. She was on her knees for the man who owned her, watching her own sale, and her body was betraying her, growing wet, aching.

“Man, rein your fucking magic in, I don't want to hurt you.” But I couldn't. I was having a hard time chaining the beast, it had been so long since he'd taken control like this. So long since this blood thirsty side of me came this close to the surface.. “AZRAEL!!!” And then all I heard were tires screeching, Caspian's cursings… And then the beast—or me—roared, violently. What was wrong? Why was this happening right now? “AZRAEL!!! CONTROL YOURSELF!!!”

Emily scolded. After minutes of climbing the team of four finally reached underground. Chambers broke the descent, flashes of painted walls catching their light. First—bright colors: gods crowned in gold, kings lifted in triumph. Then darker—angels turning away, mortals bound in chains, eyes painted so sharply they seemed alive. The beauty bled into menace with every step. "Damn," Caleb exclaimed, staring at the walls. "They even inscribed death spells on the walls" Emily whispered. "Death spells?" Eric muttered, his voice bouncing off the stone. "That's comforting."

Just two people who'd made a deal with the devil and somehow found something real in the ruins of their carefully constructed lies. The contract still stood. The year still loomed. The complications were just beginning. But for the first time since I'd walked into that Vegas chapel, I felt something other than fear. I felt hope. *** The next two weeks were the strangest, most intense, most intoxicating of my entire life. Living with Damien as his current partner instead of his contract wife was like discovering a completely different person had been hiding under that cold CEO exterior. Or maybe I was just finally seeing him clearly.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

She started remembering every painful, memory of her life, her mother being killed, her boyfriend's betrayal, she was in complete guilt, that her eyes turned red out of tears. "So this the coolest club run by fallen angel Azazel?" asked Asbeel while rolling his eyes. Eleath nod. "Well I don't know why, but I found it so boring" he said. This time Eleath rolled his eyes. "Hey Az! how are you? long time no see baby I missed you" said a blond girl, who had silver chocker around her neck. Asbeel rolled his eyes. "Linda! well I told you Lucifer had gifted you to me for the once not for every time, but trust me I found you so boring, so leave" he said while crossing his arms around his broad chest

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

(Sophia’s POV) As I entered Alexander’s library an overwhelming burden descended upon me. The atmosphere became dense with leather-bound book scents mingling with his cologne which presented sharp sophisticated and intoxicating notes. The fragrance that used to bring me solace transformed into a chaotic reminder of my overwhelming struggles. Alexander's unique aura of power and control filled the room as he positioned himself behind his enormous oak desk. His piercing blue eyes met mine, unreadable, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His calm demeanor drove me to frustration as my life fell apart before my eyes.