Fallen Angels Myers Novels & Stories

'Kaiden, I will rip off those fucking dressings and cause you more fucking pain if you don't stop beating about the bush and give me a fucking name. I looked up at him, and he saw the heartbroken expression in my eyes as I whispered. 'The Fallen Angel.' The room went silent, and all eyes turned to look at me, wide with shock. 'Who did you say?' Bernard whispered, his gentle brown eyes so wide with shock that they looked like a cartoon. 'You heard me.'

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

My body arched against his, but I couldn’t match his rhythm. Across from me, Mira was crying out too. Her golden angels touch was blowing her mind, pleasuring her in ways that she had never felt before. I was so tangled between Shame and pleasure and I could barely tell them apart. Then the storm outside, thundered loudly in the room, as lightning flashed inside the dome. But all I heard was breath and moans, and all I felt was fire. The dark angel leaned into my ear again and he whispered. “You see? Falling is not pain. Falling is rapture.”

My chest constricted. “I… might be,” I replied, attempting casual confidence. My voice faltered. Every instinct screamed at me to step away, to run, to ignore him. But my body betrayed me. My feet felt rooted to the ground. He smirked, that infuriating, confident smirk, the kind that made you want to punch him and kiss him at the same time. The rain clung to his hair and coat, giving him the look of a dark angel fallen into the city. My stomach twisted in ways I wasn’t prepared to admit.

Very necessary. I kept my voice low as I spoke. “I don’t feel any sort of guilt for what happened between us. I warned you, Angel. I told you that I was in a bad mood. You even had the option to ask me to stop, but you didn’t. Because you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Iris’s eyes were glassy and I could feel how hard she was breathing, trying to control herself. “Maverick, what—” “Let’s face it, Angel. You enjoyed being treated like a fucking slut.” I ran my hand through her hair. “My fucking slut.”

Emily felt a surge of frustration and anxiety as she witnessed the commotion that ensued among the engineers. "What happened here?" Emily demanded, her voice tinged with disbelief as she surveyed the chaos. Mr. Min, the leader of the engineering team, stepped forward, his expression grim. "It seems that someone intentionally wiped out all the code we wrote," he explained, his tone heavy with disappointment. Emily's gaze flickered to Titus, whose fleeting smile did not escape her notice. Titus's face hardened almost immediately. Emily turned away, her mind racing with thoughts of sabotage and betrayal.

Mase's voice roused me from my thoughts and I gaped at his smirking form, right in front of me, clothes in hand. "OMG! I said that all out loud?" I closed my eyes, fearing his answer already. "Sh!t!" "Pretty much," he answered smugly. "...and, I'm dead!" I said, dramatically before falling onto his bed. He mumbled something along the lines of 'drama queen'. "Wait a moment, what were you doing here, in my room, Angel?" ***** Hope you like this chapter! :) Bloom M.

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

he said quietly. I swallowed, unable to speak. He pulled back and stood. Then he leaned over me again. “You’re safe now, Angel, but only because I don’t enjoy breaking weak people. I’ll wait until you’re stronger to break you.” He picked up the knife and walked toward the door. My eyes followed the tattoo on his back, a fallen angel with broken wings, kneeling. Was that how Nicolas saw himself? A fallen angel, someone who came from darkness?. And what did that make me?