Bloody Painter X Judge Angels Novels & Stories

But why? “With the Angel is means the heavens will fall. The earth will still bleed.” Jadara speaks after some time. The sun has disappeared and I’m still sitting in the jungle listening to the animals and birds going about their lives like nothing is wrong on the ground. Life continues on while I’m stuck in a dilemma.

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

I liked them immediately. I was standing there, head tilted, trying to figure out what emotion the artist had been trying to strangle onto the canvas, when I felt it. That prickle on the back of my neck. I turned. And there he was. Leather jacket guy. He was standing near the doorway, half in shadow, arms crossed, watching the room like he was waiting for someone to do something stupid so he could end them. Same sharp jaw, same messy dark hair, same eyes that seemed to cut straight through people.

My hands around her throat; “Should I stop, baby?” “Nooo, so god don’t stop. I'm cumming, Kian. Don't stop, oh goddddd.” she screamed, “Who do you belong to, Angel?” “You, only you, fuck, I’m cumming,” she moaned. “Cum for me, Princess.” When I looked back, he was still there, our eyes locked, and he walked away. “Fuckkkk,” she screamed, her entire body lifted off the desk as she came screaming. I picked her up with her legs in my hands and started a mad thrust into her. She held onto me.

I'm surprised to see Stefon among the redeemed. I lean into my Milf and whisper in her ear, “Judge them like an angel of death.” She trembles and shrieks as tears drop from her eyes. Seeing her like this makes me hard, and from behind, I grope her big tits, playing with her nipples while she struggles with the guilt of what she's about to do. “Come on, baby, pull the trigger,” I whisper again, locking my lips sensually around her earlobe. “You wouldn't want to be in their place, would you?” She shakes her head haphazardly. “Then do it. Judge them.”

“Get Nazzolini’s widow, Chiara. Let’s make this lively. It’ll be an opening ceremony for Victor’s judgement.” An hour later, the elders and Chiara arrived. As the iron gates slowly opened, I stepped forward with Leonardo, appearing before everyone. Victor’s face lit up with wild joy as he rushed toward me, only for him to be stopped cold by a dozen guns aimed straight at him. “Victor, I gave you a chance. I told you I never wanted to see your face again.” I sighed and shook my head. “Yet you keep testing my limits. The Medici estate does not welcome you. There is only one reason you’re allowed to step inside, and that is to face your judgement.”

He held his head in his hands and sat on the floor. Sam: "Casie put thought in his mind to have a last look at the painting." Casie: "How can I put the thought in his mind?' Sam: "Go near him and just say in a tiny voice at least let me have a last look at the painting. We angels have a special connection with the human body. When we got close to them and speak something the thought gets transferred to their mind." Casie; "Ok let me try." I went near him and sat on the floor and said in a tiny voice "The painting is a result of hard work from months. Let me have a look at my painting once again."

Slumping down on the ground, I try to rise, but chunks flow out of my lips, and my body quivers painfully. Just then, a whooshing sound resounds around me. Looking up, I find myself surrounded by two angels and several hellhounds. One of the angels steps forward, his face set in a sneer as he uses his boot to roughly push me onto my back. Crying out in pain, I tighten my lips and fully face the angels. Both angels have golden hair and eyes, as well as large feathered wings. Based on the color of their feathers, I can see that they’re seraphim. “Where’s Galena?” The seraphim scream out, enraged.

(WARNING: SEXUAL VIOLENCE) Angelina POV Three days. Three days since I last saw happiness. It had been the most terrifying three days of my life. Every day, Ace would come and have his way with me. At first, I cried and struggled for him to stop, but then I gave up. What is the use of saving your virtue when it has already been brutally taken? After that, I would silently stay on my knees until he finished his dirty work. He even started being less violent; I guess he understood that I wouldn't fight it. And since yesterday, I had been feeling sick. I even threw up on myself last night. My body smelled of puke and dirt. He had tied my hands to hooks on the wall and my legs to a chain. My han

Angela slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me you murderer" Angela shouted at him. "Be gentle with me baby girl. Otherwise, your friends have to bear the punishment" He said making her shock. "You are a beast" Angela whispered and got unconscious. "I am more than you can imagine, baby girl" Xavier whispered then picked her up and left the cell because his angel doesn't belong here. But a thing is nagging him, that will be able to protect this angel? Will he be able to save from his enemy.