Fallen Angel Scan Novels & Stories

I search his eyes, but I can see the predator lurking. Maybe I can't smell his original scent because I'm human now. What was I thinking? I don't care if something happened to him. I'm about to look away when he reaches out with his other hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His fingers linger on my neck, his thumb brushing against my pulse point. “You can call yourself whatever you like, Fallen Angel,” he whispers, his lips inches from mine. And the nickname makes me recall things. I gulped, holding his gaze. “But your body doesn't lie. Your heart is racing because of me. It always has.”

Damon’s POV I can feel that Angel isn’t excited by the news, then again I kinda understand why. In just a few months everything for her has changed and this is something that will change things. “There it is” the doctor announced And I could see it, like a little white blip on the screen. “What is that flickering thing?” Dr Bridge pointed at the screen, “well this flickering part is the heartbeat of your pub, this little pointy bit is the legs starting to form, by the looks of the scan your around 5 weeks pregnant Queen Luna”

Josh said while glancing at the girl beside him. The one glanced at just rolled her eyeballs. "Alright, we'll do the examination now," Louis said as he put down the file that had been in his hand. "Are you ready, Angelina? Firstly, I'll take a sample of your blood for examination. Then you'll also need to have a CT scan," Louis continued to explain. "Yes, just do it." ***

On the side of his chest, against his smooth, warm skin, was a dark, intricate tattoo. My gaze slowed, focusing on it completely now, drawn in by the depth of it. The figure of a fallen angel stretched across his side, the wings wide but broken, the feathers dark and uneven, as though they had been torn apart. There was something painfully beautiful about it. The way the angel’s body was slightly lowered, like it had fallen from something higher… like it had lost something it could never get back. I found myself staring longer than I should have, my earlier embarrassment fading into something softer… something heavier.

How? Bastien carried her down the steps. Angel saw the wall rack, the hanging rack, and the massive, cushioned slab with bonds. Her eyes grew wider and she was utterly dumbfounded. The cross! It wasn’t black like her dream but gold; her eyes rounded as she stared at the straps. Red velvet. Ohhh… Remaining quiet, he finally set her down. Angel turned all around and gaped at all the various forms of sexual torture—some were total antiques. Her startled gaze finally rested on him. “You are…” Her knees buckled again.

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

he asked curiously. "Angelica," I replied stiffly, shifting awkwardly in my chair. I woke up one day and just found her on my doorstep with a note saying: 'it's your's, take care of it. You can conduct a DNA test, I really don't care...never try to contact me okay, just be happy I did not get rid of it...Michelle.' "Angelica!" he echoed giggling "I love it! So is she like me, I mean as old as me."

She backed away, pressing herself against the wall before making her way up the stairs. She ran up to her room and slid her body down the door as soon as she entered. Squeezing her eyes tight, she tried to recall the scar she saw on her history teacher's waist. She traced the shape with her finger in the air. The edges, the curves, and the turns—she dared not miss a single stroke. Wing-shaped mark. Waist. Maddie. Fallen angel. Waist. Wing-shaped mark. Miracle slammed open her eyes. 'Maddie... is a fallen angel?'