Clockwork Angel Novelas e Histórias

"Ms. Floyd! Get up for breakfast!" Madelyn called out to her several times before Angel woke up. She rubbed her eyes and muttered, "What time is it?" "It's almost 11 o'clock!" Madelyn replied. "Huh? Is it already 11? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Angel sat up and yawned uncontrollably. She was wearing pajamas, and one of the buttons was undone. Madelyn was stunned when she saw Angel's body. There were several marks on Angel's chest. What was going on?

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

He says nothing; he doesn't have to; the squirrel is already running for its dear life. Smart animal. Now I'm alone with the titanic angel, and quite frankly, I'm finding it a little hard to breathe as he seems to be making himself comfortable behind me. Two shoes more gigantic than the bed where I sleep comes into view as the angel stretches out his legs on either side of me. A cracking sound, probably from him doing something to his shoulders, fill my ears, and I grimace. The atmosphere around us is so thick and awkward, an utter catastrophe. I so desperately want this angel to be Adam, but I'm also afraid. This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in thi

My husband, Cillian Burke. King of the New York underworld. He runs his life on strict orders. Every second counts. Break his rules for more than three minutes? He strips my access. Instantly. Not a single second of grace. Today is our anniversary. I walk into the core lab three minutes late. Morning sickness. And just like that, I lose the purity test for my new drug. Liliana Croft is already sitting at my station. Taking my place. This is the fourth time. I fall one step behind. He punishes me without hesitation. He gives my world to Liliana. The first time. A Family meeting. I was two minutes late checking the books. He flew to the Vegas underground trade. He took Liliana instead of me.

I hear him chuckle in my head as he says, “That is because I am still kissing you, my Angel. I have, however, entered your mind and am sharing an event in the past as it is easier to understand…” “What? How? How old are you?” “A gift from Memphis. I am only 300 years old. However, an Angel, whether they are fallen or not, has access to the collective and before you ask, the collective is like a storage vault sort of thing that holds everything that has ever happened that the Angels have witnessed, and they witness everything. Now, we can’t be seen, we can’t interfere, we can only watch.” (Vision-History-The-Truth-Behind-the-First-Succubus-Victoria’s Third Person…)

It was the thick, deliberate pause before a major gear shift. He found her in the sub-basement vault, three floors beneath the hum of the server racks, where the thousand-year escapement wheel lived. The air down here was different, cooler, damp with the razy smell of old New York foundations, and thick with the heavy, organic scent of industrial lubricant. The only light came from the low-voltage amber strips mounted along the stone arches, casting long, geometric shadows across the massive bronze gears of the clockwork anchor.

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

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 say, tugging up her chin. She gives me a sly smile. “Do you have any complaints?” “None at all, my love.” “Good.” She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, gazing at me with those beautiful eyes. My dick almost kickstarts again. I shift my weight. “Come, let’s get…” my eyes catch the clock by her side of the bed and I jerk up, my movement urgent. “What’s wrong?” Angel sits up, brows furrowed. “I’m supposed to have a meeting with Carter at the estate. He should be there any minute and he hates it when I’m late.”

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