Demon And Angel In Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Loud moans leave my lips in return, but they are quickly muffled as each of them take turns capturing my lips as well. A few more hard thrusts are all it takes for both me and Salem to reach our peak as we both cum hard together. Slumping tiredly against Salem's chest, he continues to cradle me against him as he buries his face in my hair. "I love you so much, Angel." he confesses quietly, as I pull away in surprise. "You do?" I gasp. "We both do." Levi corrects from behind me, as I turn to look at him. "I'm in love with you too." he admits, looking a little embarrassed.

VENITA: The pain I experienced was beyond words. I felt violated and manipulated. Now, I understand the saying, 'The demon you know is better than the angel you don't know.' Landon, the angel in my life, turned out to be a stranger. Standing before me, his form half-transformed, he resembled a wild beast thirsting for blood.

Seeing that she was growing nervous from having so much attention. “Since I know both sides of this war better than any of these two.” He turned to give Azrael a meaningful smile, enough to show that he cared for the two of them. “Angels feed off love, hope, and faith for our God. While the demons feed off despair, hopelessness, and all things of hate.” He saw from the body language of many within the room that he was getting them to understand. “Ava here,” his hand waved towards her; “she doesn’t need those things to aid her in this. All she needs is support in knowing that she’s doing the right thing.”

The world seemed to be quiet suddenly, the cicadas on the tree, the barking of the dogs in the street next to him, the thief's fierce face in mid-air, and the knife only a few inches from her face all freeze for a moment. "How does it feel like walking through death?" A voice came from the top of the head in the silence with a deep but clear voice. Cheng Mo looked up and suddenly found a man standing on the tip of the knife, looking at her cynically.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

He looked at her, his world, he now has everything he needs, he dreamt, his Angel, who captured his heart, entered his life became his support system, a meaning to his life, she entered the Devil's heart and reside in there forever Both looked at each other, there was love, there was passion, there was desire, there was trust, they felt home, they felt secure, they were me sœur but now they became one in all ways, they felt content Both inched their faces and captured lips not before saying "I LOVE YOU MY ANGEL, I LOVE YOU MY DEVIL" -The End- Love is something magical, you'll receive what you give Love is not lust, love is pure, it's not only physical, it's an emotional attachment, promisin

he tells us. It's history we should both know, and Oliver probably does. My mother taught me from home, and the history of the Demon's and Angel's is was not included in my education. "I wish the Angel's had been more thorough after they won, in killing all the Demon's before they fled to whatever sky Kingdom they come from," Oliver says, looking at me. I give him an affirming nod. Kastriv's gloved finger taps rhythmically on the arm of his chair. "The Angel's are perfectly moral, however they are unopposed to those who do not think like them. Demon's have always been benign creatures of nature."

Angelica had demon blood in her veins giving her the ability of compulsion and glamour. I watched at black thick liquid began to ooze out of her mouth, nose, and ears. I dropped Angelica on the ground and felt my chest heave. My Seraphina was here. My mate was here, and there was no way I was leaving without her. She was the angel to my demon. The light to my dark. I was led to her as she was led to me. My angel. My everything and no one would keep me from her.

I muttered sourly and looked down at my empty plate. Patting my hand I glanced at Samson as he told me that Eros doesn't know what love is. Nodding, I exhaled deeply as he said, “Unfortunately, he does love you but just doesn't understand what the feeling is, and he still has to supply Lucifer with the life forces. Until he accepts the love in his heart he will be the devil's servant.” Narrowing my eyes at him I commented, “You sound like you want him to fail.”

’ He gulped involuntarily. ‘But I don't want to.. not without him..’ Then he faltered while crawling. His face flushed again. ‘You demon,’ Angel remembered Tony’s love confession from earlier. ‘Is it really true? He said he loves me? Or is it just a slip of the tongue? A ploy to bed me?’ He swallowed hard. Remembering the heat. The way Tony claimed him with kisses and his body. ‘Dammit.’ He cursed the man inwardly—and kept crawling, past overturned tables and chairs and shattered glass.