Fallen Angel Romance Novels Novels & Stories

What differentiates us is that I was not born or turned, I'm good with sunlight and I could stay long without thirst for blood. I love getting involved with human businesses because they at least changed my boring life. A human even led me to meet the most exciting thing ever in my life, and that thing is.... Romance novels. I accidentally got it from a boy one day and now am obsessed with them. I enjoy reading them, especially the ones authorized by Jenny Alfred. I always wish to get the kinds of love she portrays in her novels. I fell in love with her books and now I really want to meet her.

“I love you, Mama. Please open your eyes soon.” I pressed my forehead against hers. “I miss you so much.” ____ At exactly ten, I walked into The Angel’s Den. Mask secured. Heart racing. I headed directly toward the private elevator. Azrael had instructed me to come straight upstairs. Standing inside the elevator, I realized how long it had been. Since I’d moved into the hotel, Azrael had come to me nearly every night. Strangely...I’d missed this place. The doors opened and I walked down the familiar corridor and raised my hand to knock. Before my fist could even tap, the doors opened first.

I begin to move, a slow, steady rhythm, building a fire that will consume us both, and I whisper against her lips, "Forever, Seraphina. You are mine. Forever." She does not answer with words, but her body answers for her, rising to meet me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her nails digging into my back, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that is more battle than caress, more surrender than victory, and we move together, two wolves locked in an eternal dance, and I know that this is only the beginning, that there will be pain and blood and tears, that there will be war and loss and grief, but there will also be this, this moment, this connection, this bond that cannot be broken, and as I fee

I was ensnared, caught in a web of desire, danger, and temptation that only he could create. “You’re… dangerous,” I whispered again, chest heaving, pulse roaring. “And I… I want it anyway.” “Good,” he said, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes dark and magnetic. “Because I want you too. And some things… some flames… aren’t meant to be resisted. They’re meant to consume.” Even as he disappeared into the night once more, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth. I was already lost. Consumed. Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible.

There's a sickly tainted black slipping through them. Azren's lips curl into a slow, unfamiliar smirk. "You think you can just clean me, Angel?" His voice is rougher, with an edge that doesn't sound entirely like him. "You want to rip out pieces of me like I'm broken? Like I'm something dirty you need to fix?" I freeze, my hand stopping on his stomach. "Azren... that's not what I—" He sits up so fast it startles me, pulling me roughly onto his lap until I'm straddling him. His hands grip my hips hard, almost painfully, as he yanks me closer. His cock is already hard beneath me, pressing against my core through the fabric of his shorts.

His hot breath came in contact with my face. “I missed every moment we shared. Be mine again, Lavender.” His voice was filled with not just desire but burning desire. Burning desire, scorching love, tender adoration, intricate passion, thrumming affection. Those things I could hear in his heartfelt voice. I felt my heart skip a beat as I got lost in his turquoise eyes, our chests pressing against each other. Would I accept spending the night with my ex? Would I accept to be his again?

It was now evening. Emily sat on the couch in the living room leading to the library, dressed in a two-piece lingerie set: a short inner with tiny straps, floral drapings around the bust, and a complementing sheer jacket. Her hair flowed freely down her shoulders. She sat cross-legged, revealing a hint of flesh as she sipped a glass of wine. Alex rushed into the living room, only to be greeted by this appealing sight. "Oh, sorry," he said, quickly turning to leave.

Her eyes scanned my library and she seemed to be fascinated by the numerous books I had obtained. However, I was taken aback by her dress. It was skimpy and it revealed her cleavage. She looked hot. Her skin radiated. I felt my dick twitch but I remained quiet. It wouldn't harden again, would it? Angel didn't look scared, she was brave. Naughty and brave. Some kind of feelings aroused inside of me. Fascination. Yes, I was fascinated. She should have run off or apologized for watching but she didn't. After dropping the cupcakes, she tilted over, and her tits caught my eyes quickly sending a sparking sensation down my spine.

Kalias began, body tense, eyes dull and lifeless "if you’re right, I’ll kill you. I will tear out your heart and give it as a sacrifice to the fire, but if I am right, as I know I am, then you will awaken, Aynur the goddess of the night of all beings born with it; and by then, you will have fallen in love with me" 'This will never happen' was what was written on the girl’s face, a face covered in contempt. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

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.