Fallen Angel Eyes Novels & Stories

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

All heads turned to see who had arrived. Emily Walton walked in with an air of confidence and poise that immediately commanded attention. Her dark, chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the light and shimmering with a natural sheen. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her striking features—a touch of smoky eyeshadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes, and a hint of blush enhancing her high cheekbones. Her lips, painted a deep, commanding red, curved into a polite but distant smile.

he added. "Me too, it is nice meeting you," she smiled so widely that Pocco froze for a while and just stared at Evangeline's eyes. "Do you know your eyes are really beautiful?" he grinned and Evangeline blush, not because she liked him but because she felt shy for the compliment. "Maybe, but I think this is pretty common," she said remembering how many of the angels had blue eyes. "Common?" Pocco chuckled, "Of course not, that's pretty rare, you girl!" he said.

Gripping his shoulders, she whispered, “It’s more important. You need to apply the eye drops.” “Fucking you is more important.” Offering him a tight smile, Angel pulled his hand out. He pouted, showing her his damp fingers glistening with her need before he sucked them into his mouth. She shivered but didn’t try to encourage him to continue. “Later, alright?” Angel told him. Locking his jaw between her fingers, she pushed his head back gently. “Keep your eyes open.” “Yes, princess.”

I can’t control it, I try but the build up is too much to bare, my hands are gripping the blanket and my loads shoots to the back of her throat as I let out a groan and my eyes roll from the orgasm. I expected Angel to come lay back next to me but she doesn’t, she flicks the blanket off her shoulders and removes her top and bra, with a seductive smile on her face. Then she stands up removing her jeans revealing a black lace thong. She lowers it slowly then kicks it in my direction. This evening has definitely taken an unexpected turn but I’m not complaining.

I nodded my head his hard tip touching to my honeypot he is teasing me I pouted he entered slowly his every thrust making me to reach the sky heights with pleasure I'm enjoying but his speed of thrust increased by giving me immense pleasure I became tired but he is still energetic I don't know when he stopped but I felt someone dressing me I know that person is my prince I felt someone lifted me but I'm too tired and lazy to open my eyes meanwhile in the sky good angel is blushing and totally red due to blushing evil angel : didn't you listen his warning he warned that he will pluck the eyes who watches his belongings

There was an awkward silence before see began, “You see…. There are many different phases of the ‘fallen angel’. They vary depending on the being. But there are some common side-effects that all fallen angels have seemed to have so far.” “You mean like what happen before?” “Yes. One of them are lost of control over emotion. Another one, is a spike in untrained power.” I inquired, “Do you mean when I broke the shelf with the broom? Isn’t that dangerous?” “Yes. It is why many demons fear fallen angels. It’s because of how unruly they can be at times. Some would even go out of their way to kill a fallen angel to protect themselves.” she explained. I gasped in realization, “can that be why Ace w

Wind lashed through the trees, ripping grass from its roots, flinging dust and debris into the sky. A deafening silence followed, and then a voice. Low. Deep. Far too close. "There you are." Yes, their cover was gone. They had been found. Miracle's jaw slackened at the true form of the lord of fallen angels. Slimy scales lined his lids, thin streaks of vermilion branching through his bloodshot eyes, intensifying the wrath in his glare. Greenish-blue veins bulged beneath his sagging skin, and his boneless cheeks flopped to his neck, dangling as he walked. He looked scary.

Angel could feel the eyes of every pack member turning to her, and yet she could not stop the words from tumbling out, "Layon, do it for us!" Do it! Her wolf seemed to howl and as if Layon heard her, his eyes opened wide. Their gazes met across the field and Angel's head suddenly began to spin, feeling as though she might be looking into his eyes for the very last time. She felt as if she were being drained, as though somebody had opened a vein and was allowing her to bleed out, yet it was not for nothing.

And his eyes… Angelina's heart missed a beat when she saw those usually steely grey eyes. They looked so dark and cloudy, as if a very heavy storm was brewing in them. Unable to handle the ferocity of the storm, she quickly averted her gaze, moving it lower, only for it to fall on the ashtray that was on the coffee table in front of him. The ash tray that was quite full of cigarette stubs. "Oh my God! What are you doing?!"