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“She’s a nobody. Less than a nobody.” Though Angel was certain after their conversation a few moments earlier that Reebah was speaking from a place of wishing to protect her, her words still stung and Angel had to hold back tears. Her claws began to protrude, digging painfully into her palms, but she did not dare to let out even a whimper. The sound of sucking breath suggested that Lara was about to go off and Angel braced herself for whatever scathing remark or open insult she was about to throw her way next. Yet when she spoke, her tone suggested to Angel that she was smiling ever so sweetly.

she replied seating on one of the couch there not noticing the blush that crept on Angelo's cheeks when she kissed his cheeks. "O...Oh, I see, did you enjoy the sight seeing?" he asked "So much dad, I enjoyed it so much" the angel replied as her mind went back to the gorgeous male kneeling in front of her whilst brimming with undiluted arousal, he was so happy and aroused for her that he shot his loads immediately inside his pants just from making eye contact with her.

“Who are you?” “I’m, ah… Angel. Tritone.” She was an angel all right. Straight from Heaven, via the bowels of Hell. A temptress. Flushed with the haze of sleep, innocence and sensuality stared at him from those ocean eyes, and she had the most delectable lips he’d ever seen. Slender arms clutched the blanket to breasts that spilled from the sides, leaving barely anything to the imagination. Not that he needed to imagine since he remembered every splendid inch of those heavenly delights. If this woman wasn’t walking temptation, he didn’t know what was.

Jesus died for YOUR sins, pay this ETERNAL DEBT now and you will be able to live forever with him, the RICH GOD, that may come . Something broke deep in the young man's eyes. It was lovely to see. Azrael kissed him on the forehead. The human rose, trembling, and stalked ahead. He put a hand on his shoulder. Cristiano winced, but kept walking obediently when Azrael pressed something. In deep silence, the two made for the exit. A faint breeze carried distant whispers to Azrael's ear. He stopped immediately and turned his head in the direction from which the sound had come. "Sir?" Asked the Spaniard cautiously, but a hiss and a sharp look from the "angel" let him fall silent again. There was an

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

I don't know if he intentionally flipped his head with that sassiness, but as soon as he faced me again, the slit smile on his lips vanished. "Aside from that, again, I am the Lord in this household. My face is too heavenly to be seen by a mere human species. I don't recommend it." I blinked repeatedly, and even though he offered his hand to help me walk, and even though I accepted it, I still couldn't believe his audacity. Did he just call me a mere human species?

Wrath asked, voice low and dangerously smooth. She licked her lips, blinking up at him innocently. The sight shook him. Slowly a full smile embraced his face which halted Angela’s breath. “Because the countdown is over. It’s time for you to return to me, Angel.”

I closed my room door and found my phone blinking which means a text is coming in. I checked it, there was a missed call from Lucas and a text from him as well. I swiped the phone open and the text read. "You are the most beautiful thing I saw today. I am indeed blessed to have seen an angel in a human form. Your smile, the way you talk, and the way you carry yourself are just everything. I just want you to keep smiling, even if it is not for the world but for me and I tell you today that I will make sure that smile remains on your face. Have a wonderful night rest, Angel. Even though Angels don't sleep, I will want you to sleep. Hug pillows and sleep like the baby you are. Someone cares fro

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.

Our breaths mixed, and I could tell that he felt my cheeks heating under his touch, a heat that only told me that my cheeks were now crimson red. “I really am curious how an angel, a pure angel, was born within the den of demons.” He whispered against my bottom lip. He didn’t connect his lips with mine, silently letting me know that I can pull away if I wanted to. It wasn’t until I pressed my lips with his that he smiled into the kiss, kissing me back almost instantly. The two of us pulled away a few seconds later and when he rested his forehead against mine, I smiled, wanting to look away from him. “I am an angel with broken wings.”