Fallen Angels Myers Novels & Stories

"And Jet, you're dismissed." Jet and Marcus left, leaving me alone. As the door closed, I leaned back in my chair, studying the photo of Siara once more. I tapped a finger against the edge of the folder, a predatory gleam in my eye. "What a bloody good coincidence," I whispered to myself. I reopened the folder and started reading through Siara Movark's file in detail. It was no longer about the money-no, it was personal. It was revenge.

I never thought Eric would humiliate me with such filthy words. My mind buzzed and went blank. How could he be that cruel? I gave him all my love, but to him, I was just a toy. Worse, I was just one in a long line of women he had discarded. I had suspected he did not love me as much as I loved him, but I never imagined the truth would be this ugly. I walked away devastated as a sudden downpour drenched the city. I was heartbroken again, but this time, I wouldn't grovel. I wouldn't drown my sorrows in alcohol or wallow in misery. A scum like him did not deserve a single tear of mine.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

"I will." Erik spoke while entering the elevator. He pushed the lobby button and the elevator's doors closed. Seconds after, the elevator's door opened on another floor, not the lobby floor, and a fallen angel entered it without looking who was inside while reading a report in a paper on his hands. The fallen angel had long pointy ears, a pale complexion and long black hair. Erik smirked at him, he recognized the fallen angel, it was Kokabiel. The fallen angel pushed a button selecting a floor and finally looked up from the piece of paper. He looked at Erik's smirking face and looked back at his paper. Then he did a double take and looked at Erik again, his eyes going wide in recognition. "E

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 wings felt weak, the tips were greying as my eyes fluttered shut and I lost consciousness. I sure hope that this is not my time, how can a human kill a fallen angel?

I asked again to test her to convince me. “Many” “And who are you again? What is your role?” “I am Michael, and I am an archangel, who was assigned to gather all of the fallen angels to bring them back to heaven” She answered and I became speechless because I didn’t expect this all. I lost my wife, my career and now I am an angel. An angel of death. WOW!

And when I see a guy who has color black wings, like an angel, Lyca and I stop for a moment to look at him. “My name is Remiel. I'm a falling angel, and I came from heaven. I have a lot of sins, So I choose to make a place to the creature of God, that who has like me and try to cleanse their soul, but like other places, I have a rule, and one of does was been break by the four of you, And because of that you have to pay for that, And that was what I am doing to the two of your friends, I put them into the world that they are the one who can see. And inside of that was terrifying things like you being seeing a lot of monsters that could kill you while you are inside of the world that I made.

But all proved abortive and the worst of it all was the sack letter she had received from him after a night of intense lovemaking and worse still, the second dreaded letter that tore at her heart whenever she thought of it. The accident had reborn him into a beast. Anger at him beclouded her heart and she discovered there was no soft spot for him in her heart any longer. He was her son's father, yes. But that was all he would ever be to her. And he would never know that Cameron was his. At this point she should move on with her life. Dexter had helped her realize that. And what better person would it be to spend the rest of her life with, if not Dexter?

But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time I’m Mazikeen, here’s my story SINFUL AND FORBIDDEN PLEASURES ARE LIKE A POISONED BREAD; THEY MAY SATISFY APPETITE FOR THE MOMENT, BUT THERE IS DEATH IN THEM AT THE END TRYON EDWARDS I could remember vividly the good old days, back then when we were all still in Heaven singing praise and worship to the Most High—yea don’t fucking look surprised, I was once an angel. A hot sexy angel as a matter of fact but it took only a bad decision to take all that glory away. Now I am what you know