Blake Roman Angel Dust Novels & Stories

She was laying naked and bathing in her own blood there. From that moment whenever he felt rage he used to cut his own hand and suck the blood out thinking it was Avalyn's ,that gave him peace of mind. Damien had his eyes closed and his head hung low as he finished telling him how he did everything with her in brief. "I had buried her in that graveyard by myself, and you know what I had named her," he smirked. "Devil's Innocent Angel, She was mine and I was the Devil and she was pure Innocent Angel whom I ruined,But I don't regret a single moment spent with her, she was delicious just like her blood",he said and his laughter echoed in the whole room.

A usual, I can’t feel any pain no matter what they do but I do gain bruises, wounds and scratches. “I want to ask something,” I bravely approached them while they are on the couch. My stepmom doing her nails and dad smoking. “What nonsense is it?” dad asked. “Who is Angelo?” My question made my dad cough looking unprepared of it. My stepmom stopped what she’s doing too with widened eyebrows. I heard silent curses too from both of them checking up if I’m serious about my question. “No. We don’t know him.” I can see he is lying.

Xasha feigned disappointment. The old man's voice went from anger to embarrassment, "we would never betray anyone and let no one ever say that we of the Carbonemys tribe have ever blasphemed against our benefactors. What is your name, benefactor?" "My name is Xasha Devos Von Creig, I'm the head of the Falling Stardust Trading Company." "Nice to meet you, Xasha of the Falling Stardust, I am Ka ah Hui Bi, chieftain of the Carbonemys tribe of the Blue And Endless Valley Of Tortured Souls."

Drake Not long after she fell asleep, the peace I had hoped for vanished. Angel began to mumble, her words tangled and broken, the distress visible in the way her brow pinched and her head thrashed against the pillow. “Angel, wake up,” I whispered, my voice cutting through the dark. “It’s a dream. You’re having a nightmare.” “Drake…” she groaned, her eyes still squeezed shut, her fingers clawing strongly at the silk sheets.

Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes. Headphones—the one they bought in one of their travels—resting over his neck. Music was still quietly playing. They could hear it from their position. Angel was humming softly to the music, holding two coffees in styrofoam each in his hands. One was opened without a lid—steaming—then he blew on it. The thin smoke disappeared like a ghost. His eyes immediately widened at the sight that appeared before him. He recognized Beth instantly, then his gaze drifted to Tony.

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

He looked almost like he had been petrified in stone. Karl enthusiastically introduced me. "Dad, this is my girlfriend and your future daughter-in-law. She's beautiful and adorable, isn't she? "Her name's Lindsey Hawthorn. We were classmates back in the day. "Babe, this is my dad, Eric Buckley. He's a total beast at making money, and one day, it'll all be ours!" he finished off with a laugh.

Arsen was taking deep drags on his cigarette on the roof of Leo’s hotel, gazing out at the view of the Willamette River cutting through the city of Portland. He’d been forced to lie to Claire, telling her he was meeting with a professor that morning, even though he no longer had any business on campus other than turning in his thesis revisions.

My mouth is instantly dry and no matter how much I drink it doesn’t help. “Hey,” I say to her. “Hey, Jaidyn.” She replies, smiling at me. I don’t even remember walking over to her and Brady. I see Brady hand her a drink and he says something about needing to talk to someone. Really hear nothing of what he says. I am too focused on the fucking angel standing in front of me. “Have you met anyone yet?” I ask. “No, I kinda just got here. It is very overwhelming.” She says.

Jade's POV He's been staring at me for the longest, and that hard on... shouldn't he take care of that already? "Blake..." I moaned his name again, trying to entice him even more. What's wrong with Adam? Why is he just laying here while I do all the work? He used to be good, this used to be good but after I kissed Blake-- I know it sounds cliche but after that kiss, I've been wondering what he's like in bed, is he rough and persistent or sweet and soft? Is he the type to whisper how beautiful I am or will he call me his dirty little slut while he fucks me? I want him so bad, oh so bad.