Novel & Cerita Fallen Angel Books Romance

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

-You should have told me that they were making you feel uncomfortable-Brayden -I didn’t want to cause a scene. This isn’t our house.-Me -Angel I know that is not the only reason.-Brayden -Fine, I didn’t want to look like some crazy jealous girlfriend or something like that.-Me -Angel you are my mate and my Luna you are way beyond a girlfriend. Besides, I think it would be sexy to see you act all crazy and jealous over me.-Brayden

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

till then take care, stay healthy, stay safe. Here are some FAQs which I get and I would love to answer 1. Is Casie Married to Sam? Ans: Well they are angels so I will not say they are married but they are together forever now. 2. Are Fairies supposed to be wicked? Ans: I have tried to impersonate the good as well as the flaws of nature 3. Are dark angels and fallen angels the same? Ans: No. Please feel free to drop any more questions and comments related to the story. Bye Love you All

Angel herself felt as if her world had been turned upside down then shaken. She felt like one of those snow globes people buy at souvenir shops as if everything was up in the air, and slowly falling down. Everyone watched as Angel excused herself, they knew she’d had enough drama and change for one day. Angel made her way back to the penthouse in a fog, did that really, just happen? Did that man really, just choose a granddaughter he’d never met over a nephew he’d known his whole life? It amazed her that kind of love and devotion, that man had earned her respect and her loyalty without even trying.

This didn't go unnoticed by Roy and his lips thinned, fingers pausing from turning over the pages—to see Monroe smirking slyly. Roy avoided the deliberate probe from Monroe, sneakily shifting his chair closer to Jeremy, so that their arms brushed each other—whenever they moved. Jeremy, unaware of Roy's doing, decided to take out his own book for studying. A book with black cover, fairly thick and very warmly coloured illustration of a man in ancient greek clothes, adorned the front. Translated by Mary M. Innes, Ovid's Metamorphosis, it said. Monroe took a glance at the book, Jeremy put on the table and curiously propped up from her seat, to read the title.

rise from the chair, and I walk back toward the bedroom, drawn by the pull of her presence, the magnetic force that I feel even now, even in sleep, and when I open the door and see her curled on the bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her hair spread across the pillow like a dark halo, her lips parted slightly, her breath warm and even, I feel something shift inside me, something that I have not felt in a very long time, something that might be called tenderness, if tenderness could exist in the same body as the predator that lives in my chest, and I cross to the bed, crawling in beside her, pulling her against me, and she stirs, murmuring something in her sleep, and I press my nose to

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."

Lucas shivered, pressing harder into him, the air leaving his lungs in a ragged moan. He could feel Ryan’s desire against him, hard and demanding, and it made his own body ache with lust for this man. “God, Lucas…” Ryan’s voice broke against his throat like a moan. His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of wet heat along his collarbone, down to the edge of his chest. Lucas arched back against the lockers, his breath coming fast, head tilting back to give him more.

Once the door closed behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, my breathing still unsteady, but clear enough for one realization to hit me. I’d fallen too deep for a man who didn’t even see me as someone worth thinking about. “Good job, Angela,” I whispered. “You might’ve fallen for a man who will never be yours. You’re just… a part of his life. Something he uses. And leaves whenever he wants.” “What are you? Stupid? Desperate? Or do you really just enjoy being hurt?”