Blake Roman Angel Dust Novels & Stories

Author's POV Damon looked at the angelic woman standing a few feet away from him. Her long hair swayed with the chilly wind as she tightened her holds around her to pull the warm jacket close to her petite body. She was mid age but there wasn't even a single wrinkle on her face, her skin was radiant and cold had given her a pink blush. Her ocean blue eyes blinked innocently as admired the fallen Autumn leaves. He has no idea why he feels the turmoil of emotions when he sees this woman. His heart clenches in a weird feeling when he thinks about the struggles of her.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

"Alright, Yvette, but you have to promise not to get mad at me first." I nodded, and he hesitantly reached for his phone and showed me something that made me pause. On his screen was a username I recognized all too well. 'Wait, isn't this the irritating guy I blocked?' I thought to myself. "When are you going to unblock me, Yvette?" "My goodness, Jared! How can you follow such bad influences at your age?" After my outburst, he switched his phone display to his bank account, revealing his balance. I squinted, disbelieving what I saw.

Then, just before the assistant left, he added, "Also, there's no need to apply if it's her mother's medical bills. I'm now granting her special privileges!" Even though he propped himself as if he was being generous, he simply had no idea that such charity meant nothing to me now. Having received his orders, the assistant turned to leave, while Luca's fingers tightened around the blueprint, his heart racing for a long while. Calling up one of his men, he said, "Find out anything you can about this researcher." "Yes, Don Gambino," his man replied and quickly left, leaving him alone in the room again. He was still staring at the blueprint, worried for some reason as if something big would hap

Chemistry really sucks. "Is there any clarrification?" His serious face eyed me. I roll my eyes, and get a piece of paper. I know maybe this somehow. I stared as I watched the answer. Fuck this! How is this. I spat and Bianca and she just shook. I stared at Tyler, so he just preceded me why I was still staring. His serious grimace, was too hard to deflect. "What?"

He's a little damaged, but a strong Angel. • Kyle Fletcher: This young demon in all his glory is twenty-two. With eyes like those of a dragon, he's one of the strongest Demons currently alive. Unlike the general description of a demon, Kyle is calm and takes decisions after careful thought. He's 181 cm tall (5'11 ft), weight- 67 kg (147 lbs). MBTI type: ENFP. He is strong, both physically and mentally. Favorite color: Purple. Zodiac: Virgo. Jamie believes that Asa loves him because he's a lot like Vantae but hands down to the truth, the angel loves him for his red eyes. Not that it's the only reason, but it's one of the major things about Kyle that make the angel's heart beat faster. The you

My eyes were on her lips; god, I wanted to taste it. 'Just taste it? Heck, I want to see her lips wrapping around our length.', Roman said, and immediately I felt myself getting aroused at that thought. Holy shit! Before I could have controlled arousal, my manhood started showing his appearance, and at the same time, Angel's eyes landed on him. She blushed, looking away. "It's too late now. You should get some sleep.", She said in a concerned tone, looking at me. "Why are you not slept yet?"

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

Blinking back small tears, I only spared my brother’s visibly shook beast form a single glance before quietly nodding in agreement, not long after that quickly hearing the Archangel’s firm response, “Okay...I’ll do it.” “You sick, heartless MONSTER!” My eyes suddenly went wide at the sound of that feminine voice shouting so angrily, quickly noticing how the Reaper before me now blankly stared somewhere past me, soon enough facing the object of his undivided attention as I turned around. A small gasp flew out my mouth as I watched Blake relentlessly throw punch after punch, slap after slap between her labored breaths, letting out a loud sob as she so desperately cried out,

the dull ache from earlier is now intense. "What the hell are you talking about, Dhanishta?" He asks me with a serious face. I look into his eyes which shockingly hold hurt, regret and love."I know that you think that I still blame you for...uh, my dad. But that is not the case anymore, Angel! I love you too! And I am sorry for the way I treated you with those harsh words. I am so sorry, my Angel!" He says that have my eyebrows furrowed. "But I really do not understand what you are talking about Arabella here. Please, trust me! There is nothing between me and her! You are the only one for me, my Angel! And that is never going to change, even if you want it to." I feel blood rushing back to m