Character Angel Dust Novels & Stories

I said calmly to her. She gaped at me surprisingly " My name is Angel, I am an omega and an orphan. And I am not your friend but maid, ma, I was just terrified that you might find my behavior as an act of disrespect but in all, I am pleased and honored to be your friend," she said cheerfully at me showing all her 32 white teeth. You see when I said she looks like an angel I wasn't lying but it feels sad that she was an orphan now that she is my friend I won't make her feel the pain of not having a parent or being worthless of coming from a lower rank, but what of me that her parents sold off to a total stranger for their selfish interest was she not better than me. I walked towards her and e

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Pure. Everything those depraved fucks inside would fantasize about ruining. I’d kept it modest because I couldn’t stomach the thought of her showing too much skin. Just the thinking of their eyes on her made violence coil in my gut. Angel looked at me, and then towards her white dress. “But I might get messed up and my dress might get stained.” Those full lashes blinked at me with maddening innocence. Her full pink lips—glossy, tempting, still a little swollen from earlier—formed a pout that made my cock throb painfully.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw how Kaye was sucking the dust. But that's her element, maybe that is some sort of like her desert or food but still, it is gross! "Angel Grace, why don't you just sip the air?" I am wondering here. It can be just the air because it will be blown to make the dust disappear. Angel Grace winced. "I can also suck it with the dust. It's disgusting, eating dirt." Angel Grace promised in horror. Even I feel that too. Even if you pay me a lot of money, I won't eat it either!

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.

“If I remember correctly, you still owe me a bullet.” In that instant, Sophia broke down. She dropped to the floor and began kissing my shoes. “Rachel– No– Donna Medici, it was an accident. The gun went off by mistake… I’ll leave right now… Please spare my life. My blood isn’t worth dirtying your hands…” I stood up and kicked her away. However, she crawled back again, sobbing as she kissed my shoes. “Donna Medici, I beg for your mercy…”

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.