Bad Little Angel Novels & Stories

I yelled out spitting my venom. I’ve seen bad guys in the movies with wicked motives as they torture and turn lives upside down, only thinking of their selfish needs and no one else. Power has always been their priority, not family or friends. They will take advantage of others, and terrorize helpless victims, thinking their motives are understandable– which sometimes they are–, they are persistent f*ckers, but clever. Well, not that clever because they seem to forget that good will always overcome. Angel was pure evil and power was his motive. He never cared about anyone but himself. Didn’t even give it a second thought before slashing my Mother’s throat after all the abuse he put her throu

Bane had to smile at her. “Angel, there is nothing bad in you.” “Of course there is. Do you think I would be okay with what you did tonight if I was all good and pure? Do you think I would enjoy the things we do if I didn’t have a streak of bad in me?” she asked. She had a smile on her face that told Bane that she enjoyed the idea of being a little bad.

good inside of her, that she's dying to be bad for once. If she wants to be fucking bad, then she can definitely be bad for me. I like a bad girl, but deep down I crave a good girl; a good girl that will let me bring out the fucking demons inside of her. We all have demons inside of us and every single person's is fucking different. I look down at my chest and run my fingers over the tattoo on my right pec, rereading the script that's permanently inked into my skin. I get another fucking feeling- a goddamn cold chill that runs through me deeply and rocks my fucking body to its core. "When an angel craves havoc, who better to give it to her than the devil himself" I am no doubt, the motherfu

powerful.” She shook her head, tears clinging to her lashes. “And you wonder why Dad left. He didn’t leave because you weren’t pretty or smart—he left because you pretended to be someone you’re not. Because you wear a mask of holiness, but you’ve got poison in your soul.” Her eyes widened, tears rolling as she clutched her chest. “You can’t speak to me like this. I’m your mother!” “Am I wrong, though?” I pressed, stepping closer, my voice low and cutting. “I made a mistake,” I whispered, my voice trembling with pride and pain. “A beautiful, chaotic, unforgettable mistake. And I’ll live with it. Gladly. I’m going to be with Raul D’Amano, and no one, not even the devil himsel

I whimper as I release my breast and trace a hand down my stomach to my center, stroking through the wetness before curling and rubbing my clit. Dragging my eyes up, I meet his dark ones as I rock and flick myself, trying to last. I want him to be as wild as I feel right now. But it’s too much with him watching. I’m close when his voice barks out, “Stop!” I rub again, and he grabs my wrist hard before yanking my touch away from myself. “I said stop, Angel. Bad girls won’t get what they want tonight,” he warns. Jesus, how can he make those words sound so filthy?

He even gave me a one-day grace period so I could still enjoy my freedom. Like why the hellcrap did I end up this way? I know I'm not a good person and I deserve every misfortune that life has to offer, but what the flying fuck? Seriously? A cunning supernatural creature with a horned skull for a mask? Bruh, if the universe wanted to punish me, they should have sent a sexy vampire instead.

Love you Angel smiled and dropped the note,she walked to the closet and got something simple to wear,just a big top and a short,she grabbed her phone and pepper before going out. "You must be hungry too" She said to pepper who was licking her hand. She got downstairs and met a girl sitting on the couch,pressing her phone. "Who's she?" She asked inwardly because she was told she should be expecting a step brother....Royal,not a girl. Ginger looked up and a frown appeared on her face when she saw Angel,she checked her out from her legs to her face.

ANGEL I opened it. He put his fingers on my tongue. The taste of myself flooded my mouth — salt and musk — and he pushed them deep enough to make me gag. Held them there while my eyes watered. “That’s what a bad girl tastes like,” he said. “Get used to it. You’ll be licking it off my cock later.” My eyes watered. I sucked his fingers. He pulled them out, wiped them on my bare breast, and stood up. The warm wet of it turned my nipples to peaks.

It made me cringe. "What do you want and do not call me babes" "Sorry,Hayes .Umm,just wanted to see if you were free tonight for some umm..make out session ",she said intentionally dropping her tone and biting her lips in order to look sexy She only looked like a pathetic fool to me at the end. "No I am not free and it was a one time thing.You are no different than the other girls so stop bothering me". "I never took you for a cheap girl",I added.

Chapter - 3 Angelina's POV - I looked at the man who opened the door. He was the same man who came and informed me that I'll be sitting here in hell. He was also a handsome man, he might be 22 or 23. His face was a cute one unlike Dean's which is just handsome and terrifying. I got down from the car and was speechless seeing the view in front of me. It was a magnificent mansion more like a castle. I always dreamed of living in such a mansion but I never thought I would be able to live in it. I was so busy in admiring the mansion that I didn't notice the man staring at me.