Fallen Angel 7 Novels & Stories

I didn't know if it was love, yet I looked forward to seeing him at school and often trailed behind him, just to catch a glimpse. When I saw him talking to other girls, a strange anger would rise in me, and I resented them. Even in my sleep, Eric appeared in my dreams repeatedly. I went online, trying to make sense of these unusual emotions, and the truth became clear. I had fallen for my college professor. I drifted through my days in a daze, realizing this wasn't just a simple crush. I had fallen for Eric—deeply, passionately, and uncontrollably. I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. I confessed my feelings to him.

Warner said to me as I took a seat. “Who's Miranda?” I pondered, adjusting my posture on the comfy sofa. “Uhm, I am Miranda!” The girl with the messy bun sitting aside me said. “Right.” I sighed, her brown eyes drawing me in. —---------------------------------------- Angel’s POV I hung up the call and put the phone down. My head tilted to the side and i.locked eyes with John. He was entrancing. His aura kept drawing me in. My panties wet up as we stared eye to eye.

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.

she was barely speaking above a whisper. "Would I lie?" I maintained eye contact, now a straight face as my expression. A resigned sigh escaped the Goddess' lips. "Which demon?" I flashed a fanged smile, leaning on her podium. "This newly darkened angel had fallen in love with the Prince of Hell." Astrania held onto the podium to keep from falling in any direction. It took a few tense moments for my words to fully sink in before her expression changed to bewilderment. "Erys Sentis? Are you serious?!"

I hear someone say. I let out a groan and start to sit up. I slowly open my eyes and look around. I am in the pack hospital and Kendrick is smiling at me. I try to move my arm but can’t. I look down and my angel is laying on it. I smile when I see her that is until I see her red puffy eyes. She has been crying. I look at Kendrick for answers. -One of the rogues injected you with wolfsbane and you went unconscious.-Kendrick

The quilt and bed linen is white, the television is 72 inches attached to the wall. "How much is your place?" asked Aza. "If you don't buy, then don't ask," said Dark. Aza just laughed. "You can't tell that tomorrow we'll be neighbours." Dark just took a peek at Aza and watched what he was watching. Aza is one of those fallen angels. Fallen angel means angels that have been expelled from heaven or angels that have sinned. And Aza was among them. However, Azra has already forbidden the fallen angels to intervene in the work of the reapers. But they remain stubborn and continue to interfere in the mission of other angels, particularly the Guardians. They brought confusion to the people who ar

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

Her back was straight and her focus was on the Fallen. “She was making a threat.” Before the Fallen could even answer Amilia’s question, a voice already did just that. Both of them look at the now open window of Amilia’s room. There, the angel was sitting idly as he watches the exchange conversation between the two. “You’re here.” The Fallen states. As if he was waiting for the angel to appear. “I am.” The angel answers shortly. “He was making his moves right now. Maybe you are getting way behind him.”

“…Huh. You have no idea how rotten can humans become, don’t you? At the 7th generation of humans… women at that era, are the most beautiful women that have ever born. They were just so beautiful that some of the original angels under God of Creation had to curse themselves to become fallen angels just to mate with them.” Saying that, he sits on the chair, looking at us. “N…” “Nya…?” Restia and Felix inadvertently leak out a surprised look. After he took a glance at them, he then looks at me with his brows furrowed. “Hmm…?” My… seems like you know that there’s not only one fallen angel.” “…Yes,” I replied. “Dad also taught me the meaning of my name.” “Well, then.” He looks at Restia. “Do you

A powerful one. "Is that...?" Verenya whispered. I watched the falling light twist and spin toward the earth, glowing with heat and glory and sorrow. Feathers burned to gold. Grace unraveling in a firestorm. A fallen angel. Falling... not randomly. Falling toward Seralyn Keep. I smiled slowly and glanced at my sister goddess. "Interesting," I murmured. "Another piece on the board." Verenya arched a brow. "Yours?" "Oh no," I said, smirking. "I haven't touched the angels in centuries. This one's falling by choice."