Blake Roman Angel Dust Novels & Stories

The Angel's eyes were not seen no more, only his evil smirk for he covered it with his hood again. "You are a liar," he grunted. "You all are!" he flashes a smile. "I am going to be waiting for all of you, watching you. And either what you'll accomplish, you will fall in an awful adventure." Amorivia didn't know what to feel. The Angel has been gone for quite some minutes now but her legs were still soft. What if she chose to be with him? Will those lonely eyes of him be replaced with something? And when she gets back to the Lost boy, should she tell him that what she thought was Peter is the Angel?

The movement caused a trail of wetness to drip down my thighs. We both parted for air, and their expression of his told it all--The beast was freed from the cage. "Do you want me to fuck you, Angel?" He asked leaning closer and kissing his mark on my neck and grazing his teeth on the sensitive spot. As dirty as his words were I couldn't deny that they affected me as much as the red tint that shaded my cheeks becoming evident on my skin. "Yes," I breathed out, "I want you to....." The completion of my sentence was done by him instead with the question that made every hair on my body to stood up like needles, "Wreck you?"

Liam said behind me, pointing to the person they are throwing fruits on, the ray of the sun shone on his hair and it was indeed very bluish "it is" "is that not Vegas!" Liam scream, I inhale sharply as I look at him, I close my eyes to feel the energy of the Gold dust as I open my eyes and look at him in the midst of the crown, under the sun, I see faint of Gold dust sparkling on him, no!, I run toward him, Liam try to call me back but I didn't listen, how could I, everybody stop throwing fruits at him when they saw me, two guys try to stop me but a man yell, telling them to let me, who is he, I hear them whisper, well I'm his guardian angel but I can't say that, human won't understand and t

he whispered huskily. He ran a hand along my jawline and I hissed in pain retracting from his hand. He frowned at me before he raised a hand and slapped me across the face. "For an angel, you sure are weak and pathetic. No wonder your own mate doesn't want anything to do with you. I don't even know why the guy that paid us wants you in the first place" he spat at me and walked out of the room. "You're lucky he wants you untouched and alive" one of the other men in the room mumbled.

"Hi angel." Angel hears a voice coming behind me. "What angel like you do here?" the voice asked When she turns around, she sees a tall man standing in front of her. Wearing black suit He had wavy blond hair and blue sky eye color. She remembers the photo she sees in the file and understands that she just meet Nicholas Romano. "I have never seen you here before," he says and smiles at her "What happened angel? A mouse ate your tongue," he says and giggles at her

“Okay.” “Are you sure you don't want to come?” Dave said again when Angel thought the man was gone. Dave instead leaned over Angel, then whispered low in her ear, “I can make you orgasm again like before, as much as you want. In any way you can imagine. Just trust me.” The man's whisper sounded very sensual, managed to make Angel's body shiver; excited again. “I'm… fine. Thank you,” Angel replied. Her voice faltered and sounded unconvincing.

Marina looked stricken. “That’s strange. He always answers. Or calls back.” Garrick exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. “This doesn’t make sense. Damian wouldn’t ignore calls about Angela. Not like this.” His gaze lifted then, darkening with a thought he clearly didn’t want to entertain. “There’s one more person,” he said. I already knew the name before he said it. “Arthur Blake.” The words tasted bitter in my mouth. Poisonous. Garrick’s hands curled into fists.

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.

Angie thought angrily in her heart, but her voice was still soft and timid, and there was even a hint of tears in it, "Blake, are you alright? I just heard about Aunt Eva.” "Yes." On the other end of the phone, Blake replied indifferently, "Anj, I'm a bit tired. I'm hanging up now." "Blake, I …" Before she could finish her sentence, a busy beep came from the other end of the phone. At that time, Blake’s tall and big body was leaning on the balcony of his bedroom. In his hand was a goblet, and inside the cup was a blood-red wine. His gaze was very deep, so dark that it was terrifying. He took a sip of the wine and coughed softly. The door behind him made a slight sound, then Jace pushed the d

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe