Blinded Angel Novels & Stories

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

questioned the other officer rolling his eyes. They broke down the door and found Camila sitting on the bed with both hands and legs tied up to the bed. She had a blindfold on. "Is a girl. That has to be Camila Garcia," the officer pointed out making the other officer roll his eyes again. "Well done on your discovery. You deserve a Medal of Valor," he said and walked towards the bed. "Please don't hurt me. I beg you," Camila cried hearing people enter the room. The other officer got closer and removed the blindfold and Camila screamed hearing someone getting close to the bed.

Althea hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should tell Gavriel what she had been seeing. But given the circumstances, it felt like a sign that she needed to tell him everything. “Angels,” she continued softly. “I can see who has angels around them and who doesn’t. When I woke up, I lost the ability to hear or read minds, but I started seeing angels… and unclean spirits too. Things that aren’t visible to everyone.” She offered him a small, reassuring smile. “I have a powerful angel with me right now, so you don’t need to worry. Aurus will take care of me.”

A single lantern sat on the desk. Another man was waiting there. He didn’t look like a rogue. He was dressed in clean, dark clothes. He had cold, calm eyes. He looked at me like I was something he couldn't quite figure out. “Sit, Luna Peniel,” he said. I didn’t sit. “Who are you?” “You can call me the Angel ,” he said. “I work for someone who is very interested in you.” My blood went cold. Henry. He was the only one I knew right now who could do this.

"My angel...my angel...do you know how fucking pathetic you sound, Kothari? You've been chanting that endlessly the entire way here, and yet you are too stupid to see the truth of the matter. I am weary of listening to you, so let's have this out once and for all." Agony took off his dark glasses, running a hand through the lock of dark hair falling across his brow. Dark brown contact lenses hid the crimson red of his eyes, and he reached up to remove them, tired of the pretence. "Let's discuss your Angel, Kothi. Explain to me just exactly what makes Dara Romanov this mystical creature you've spent your entire life coveting?"

He grimaced. Melinda turned to face him, her expression steely. "Yeah we are." she boomed. her voice shaking with anger. "We are of the white fraternity, and we will not be defeated by you," she said with boldness. "We have the Angel of Light on our side, and we will not back down." The evil folks in the shadows laughed, with their voices echoing through the room. "Oh, seriously?? I thought the glorious angel has left you lots, but even if he hasn't, you lots are nothing compared to the power of the black fraternity," he blared.

they both are hugging eachother by forgetting the whole world meanwhile in the sky good angel : can't they be less cute evil angel : I think they're shameless good angel : you single dog it is called cute romance evil angel : I can't see that good angel : blind people can't see it evil angel : youuu good angel : yeah me evil angel : mindless good angel : yeah I lost my mind after seeing this much of love

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.