Novel & Cerita Fallen Angel Woman

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

The chairman smirked and shared an amused look with her husband who was Angela’s rival. The room was dead quiet, everyone was watching her. Angela didn’t let her smile waver and decided to try her luck. Graham quickly rushed to her side to help her. Angela calmly held his hand and climbed up the stairs on her shaky legs. She kept her smile despite feeling humiliated to her core. She let go of Graham’s hand and decided to walk to the dias by herself just to show her enemies. People watched her with their mouths hanging open as she staggered forward without support. Every fiber of being was twisting in pain but her resolve was firm. She walked a few steps but unfortunately her legs were not as

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."

angels"....the club's term for the women who serviced members anonymously through gloryholes, private rooms, and live exhibitions. Maya was twenty-six, had a master's degree in finance, and made more money working twelve hours per week at The Obsidian than she'd made in her previous corporate job working sixty hours per week. She was also addicted to it. To the anonymity. To the raw, brutal sex. To being used by strangers who saw her as nothing but holes to fuck. It was Wednesday night, one of her scheduled shifts and Maya stood in the "preparation room" with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready.

he said in revulsion. “Oh man, that sucks! She’s the worst,” I stated. The woman will please anyone who begs her to, regardless of what creature they are by the way. “You’re telling me! Anyway, enough of my sad life! Tell me about this mate of yours. I here she’s quite the looker and pretty powerful too,” he said in interest. “Her name is Angelina Wisteria and she’s the daughter of the Moon Goddess. She is very powerful, and mating with her has given me powers too. She’s a white wolf,” I started off.

I zoned off as I recalled my act of treachery. “ I was a good friend of a particular girl, the girl was very beautiful and well loved in the coven. We regard to her as fallen angel since she is a white witch. We witches aren't like werewolf that have mates, we just follow our heart and path,” I started deliberately leaving out on few details relating to the woman.

“Our Alpha has a mate, a Fallen Angel which he is able to keep finding in each new life, new shape she takes. One time when she was killed, she was able to rally the others of her kind. A lower sect of angels called The Watchers.” I was leaning forward, rapt. Certain that somehow this is how it all pertained to me. “Okay…?” “They descended from the sky in series of falling stars.” He sighed. Thunking the bit of wood to the side table and rising to pace before the bed. “We tried to track them but there were so many, and they were falling so fast…” I gave him a patient look. “We tracked the ones we could and tried to protect them.” “What exactly are they.”

When we broke apart, barely able to breathe, I whispered, “We… we’ve crossed it, haven’t we? The line?” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “We crossed it the moment you followed me into the fire. The moment you embraced the danger. The moment your heart chose obsession over caution. There’s no line left, Gina. Only us. Only fire.” I trembled, pulse raging, mind alight. “Then… we’re lost, aren’t we? Fully, completely lost.” “Yes,” he admitted, voice low, magnetic, pulling me close again. “And lost is the only place worth being. Because fire… obsession… desire… they don’t need boundaries. They only need surrender. And you… you’ve surrendered everything.”

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?” He. They always assume I'm a man but whose to tell them that it's a woman killing multiple men and women. Pure sexism in the 21st century. As the saying goes ‘Some women fear the fire while some women simply become it’. I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist.

You’er Father was one of the Fallen’ Sensing my confusion she decides to explain. ‘The Fallen are the group of angels that left heaven, not wanting to be controlled or restricted by the laws of God. Vic as he goes by, fell in love with your mother and had you. When you were born, your father knew he had to protect you, not only from the other Fallen but other wolves and humans. When I say you are special Lizzy, you really are’ I sit up actually intrigued now.