Character Angel Dust Novels & Stories

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

Dante's POV Angel stood resolute; her beautiful chocolate eyes now clouded with tears. "I, Angelique Baker, of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, reject you, Dante Greene, Alpha of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, as my mate." The impact of her words sent me crashing onto the soft grass, my hands instinctively gripping my chest as if I could contain the ache that spread within my being. Each syllable felt like a merciless blow, causing my heart to fracture into a million agonizing shards.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

I love this ship. • Jamie Parker: Jamie is a nineteen-year-old Angel. And when I say he's an Angel, it's both by his originality as well as his conduct. The ash-haired boy is a major part of Vantae's world. Living with his mother's side of the family, the boy has accepted Asa as his mom. His birth is kind of complicated and not known to everyone. He's a little short 174 cm (5'7 ft) and weighs around 59 kg (130 lbs). MBTI type: ENFJ. Jamie has the cutest eye smile. You know when your eyes turn into crescents when the smile grows. Yeah, he's that kind. He's like the light that instantly makes it a little better. Favorite color: Blue. Zodiac: Libra. Jamie attracts people easily, but the boy lik

‘They are not the enemy,’ the man said, forcing her thoughts back to the present. ‘I know,’ Xavier said and then he added, ‘Darrow?’ ‘Yes?’ the other man responded. ‘Pick them out one by one and end them!’ he ordered. ‘With pleasure…’ Darrow replied. ‘Will you tell me your name?’ Xavier asked the stranger via mind link. ‘Call me Angel,’ he replied. ‘Thank you, Angel. I hope we get to talk and meet when this is over…’ Evidently unaware of what was happening, Rufus pointed the gun at Xavier again. interrupting his communication with the other Were.

The dancers sat on the floor while the others leaned on their seats while drinking water. " I'm so tired! My legs and hands are going to numb by dancing and climbing on this pole" Martina said, One of the exotic dancers of the bar. Martina is a 19 year old girl nursing student. She is one of the stars of Desiderium bar because of her naive personality while she's dancing. She is known as the Angel of Desiderium.

"Talking about that, I never got the chance to thank you for removing the barrier." "Talking of being manipulative, I guess all archangels have a knack for being manipulative. Little wonder Adonis had to walk on egg shells." Audrey said as she slowly stood on her feet with the help of the umbrella, letting down her luscious hair. All that was standing was a woman fighting for her life. "Are you going to fight me with that?" Pearldina could not help but laugh at Audrey's foolishness. "This should be more than enough" "You're nothing without your magic." Pearldina raced towards Audrey's aiming for her heart.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?