Gambar Black Angel Novels & Stories

Angela's POV I went back to the winery anyway. I pulled into the parking lot, turned off the engine, and waited. The lights inside the winery were dimming. Only a few cars were still there. I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, trying to shake off the unease tightening in my chest. Time passed. I didn’t leave. By then, the sky had turned pitch-black. Then I saw him. Aaron walked out with his assistant and Mr. Whitmore, heading toward the parking area.

I am running in the forest following an angel with black dark wings. Some shadows are following me. I somehow reached towards the dark angel and then I realized that I am in a dark cave with no light. I looked around and found myself to be surrounded by the shadows and demon. Dark angel: "You little mouse. Do you think you can kill me? I will make your life a living hell in Angelina. I am watching you." I gave her a stern look. As I was about to radiate light, 2 demons grabbed me.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

I was about to hit my head again, but instead, I found a big hand cushioning my forehead. I looked to my side and found My Stranger smiling a little and everyone around me laughing so hard. Mikhail laughed so hard he snorted, making my shy blush spread all over my face and neck. “Oh, Gabriel, she’s so cute. I like her. I approve, brother,” he said with a wink. Mr. Stranger was about to reply, but I shot straight looking at him. “Gabriel like the archangel? And you Michael? Oh, so that tattoo on your back is an angel.” the last part was mostly for me. I didn’t notice that I spoke out so loud.

Gabriel ordered her and she snapped her head up, meeting his gaze with terrified eyes. "W-who are y-you?" A sinister grin crept across his face. "I'm Gabriel Black," he answered. "And I hear you know my mate, Angelica." "K-knew." "What?" "I k-knew her, you s-said know. I-if you don't know already, A-Angelica d-died." The Garcia girl swallowed before gathering her courage to shout at him. "I don't know w-why you c-care anyway. You rejected her!"

Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them. But not all of the angles are fallen, the other ones that are too submissive, the ones that can't fight, the delicate ones, those are kicked out of heaven, baby angels are being thrown out of heaven, their wings are still white, they don't go black, they are a creature of heaven, through and through. My gift is a baby angel, one that's thrown out of heaven, the guy said she fell three days ago, which means she's only a baby in angel years, and ours.

ANGEL. She was a dirty angel, defiled by a filthy scribble of marker pen owning her stomach. Her eyes widened as I used the marker pen to work her clit, dirtying her with ink with every move I made. And then I feasted. I smeared it as I licked at her, a crazy, heady mix of ink and cunt. My lips must have been dyed black as I kissed my way up her body and sucked at her tits. The pen was ready for her chest next. The word came naturally. A contrast to angel. Whore.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

And as the shadow disappeared from the darkness, an angel appeared before Damien. Probably not. To be precise, a fallen angel with his neck, hands, and feet bound by black chains. And the black wings on his back that were burned by black flames. Damien had seen that figure in a mythology book. Yeah, it can't be wrong. The man standing before Damien was ... "The Fallen Angel, Lucifer," Damien said spontaneously out of his mouth.