Books About Fallen Angels Romance Novels & Stories

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

Some secrets, once revealed, could never be taken back. And some angels had fallen so far, they'd forgotten they'd ever had wings at all. She pressed play again, and Eleanor's voice continued: "It started thirty years ago, with a man named James Strand and a deal I never should have made. I traded one life for another, and I've been paying for it ever since..."

I see surrender, the first fragile thread of acceptance, and she looks at me, her gaze unwavering, and she says, "Please... take me." I do not make her wait, do not make her beg again. I roll on top of her, my body covering hers, my cock pressing against her entrance, and I look into her eyes as I push inside her, slowly, deeply, completely. I watch her face as she takes me, as she accepts me, as she surrenders to the bond that binds us together, and I feel a profound sense of peace. This stillness settles over my soul, and I know that this is right, that this is fated, that this is the beginning of something that will transcend time and space and mortality, something that will last forever.

He said goodbye and handed her yet another note. Remember when we first met. When I first saw you I thought I was imagining things. You had the same eyes and the same smile as Amanda. I thought that was the reason I was attracted to you. But I would be lying to myself if I say that's a fact. I fell for you because you are you. You are my angel. The moment you cried and I held you I wanted to protect you forever. I wanted to be always by your side and not let the world hurt you. I hurt you though in the most dreadful way I can imagine and for that my angel I apologize. Go to the bar you used to work for. Cassie had no idea that since she went to the apartment Nicholai was following her. She w

I still wonder how he could do that to me, but then my mind was clouded with the desire to have him pinned down and fucked him senseless. I did just that, and he was being the perfect partner. He was fulfilling all my wants, and let me used his perfectly sculpted body to my liking. His moans were taking me higher than any succubus or even incubus ever before. I was feeling his desire over me, he was making me craved for him even more. "For heaven, fuck Rain! Oh fuckkkk..." I climax seconds after him. We were breathless but I still couldn't let him go. I was engulfing him in my wings, the scorned dark wings which showed my failure and stamping me with the fallen angel status, the outcast who

Like he wanted to crawl inside Angel and never leave. “Fuck….” the demon choked. Then he came. Deep inside Angel. Angel could feel it. Warm. Violent. Unforgiving. And Angel—he broke, forgetting his regret, hips still moving. Fully surrendering his body, heart and soul to the devil. He came untouched. With a high cry and shaking legs. Just from the friction. The heat. The way the man’s voice sounded. The way he looked at Angel. They collapse. Sticky. Tangled.

"I'm not that naive." "Good. Because he will hurt you. Not because he's cruel. But because he doesn't know how to let people in." She stands up. "I've watched three assistants quit because they fell for him. Two backup singers. One manager. All of them thought they were special. None of them were." "Why are you telling me this?" "Because I like you. You're good at your job. You're tough. And I don't want to watch you become another casualty of Lennon Cross's inability to be human."

“Gabi? Hon?” It was all coming back to her now: being grabbed from behind, lifted clear off her feet. Trying to loosen the arm around her throat that was squeezing all her breath out of her body. The foul whispers in her ear, telling her what The Fallen Angels were going to do to her before they finally took pity on her, and killed her slowly. As soon as she heard the name of the MC, she knew that she was in even more trouble than she’d first thought. The kind of trouble that she was now positive only one man could help her with.