His Dangerous Angel Novels & Stories

The more I listened, the angrily I got and I certainly don't want to slap him because I'm scared that I might get fired and then I'll have to return to Florida. So I decided to walk away, quickening my pace as I did that but he seemed to notice because he was running after me and even yelling my name in the parking lot. I tried to remember where Sean said he was and also try to outrun this crazy bastard. But he was getting faster and I was feeling really scared. I don't know when I bumped into Sean but when I did, I felt really happy. I immediately melted into his arms and he caught me. This perfume soothed me and made me feel safe.

He kept moving my hips, slow and steady, dragging out every lingering sensation, making me tremble again and again as my clit brushed against the length of him. It was overwhelming—in the most perfect way imaginable. My very first orgasm, my first taste of what pleasure was truly supposed to feel like, and it had been brought to life by none other than Dante Gallo. The same man people whispered about, feared, warned others to stay far away from. He was dangerous, powerful—possibly the most feared man in the entire city, if not the country. Yet right now, he was my anchor, the one person making me feel like I was untouchable and treasured all at once.

“Whatever happens next, you need to get out before the fallout starts.” “And if I don’t?” His silence terrifies me more than any answer could have. “Dante.” He finally looks at me fully again, something dark flickering behind his expression. “Then you’ll be standing too close when the entire thing burns.” A chill races down my spine. Because for the first time since meeting him, I realize Dante Ricci might actually be dangerous. Not in the reckless playboy way I first assumed. Not in the charming billionaire way the tabloids romanticize. No. Dangerous in the kind of way powerful men become when vengeance has been sitting inside them for years, molding itself into obsession. And somehow, desp

He gave me a shocked look" it's simple, my blood contains healing power , I'm Damon ,from the blood pack " " What...... Blood pack ? Did I just hear correctly? "With so much fear, I stood up and began running for my dear life ,no I wasn't prepared to die ,or have my blood sucked dry yet . He just stayed still looking at me as I ran and luckily I felt happy he wasn't coming after me " no wonder he's so fast " I looked back to check if he was still there ,but no ,he wasn't as I turned to continue running I forcefully bumped on him which made me crash-land on the floor immediately " what do you want from me ? "I asked him " I don't have any blood to spare ,so pls , get away from me ? "I screame

My angel squirmed against me, and our bodies vibrated, I grabbed his hips and ground myself on him with need and want. The sound of someone pushing and touching the door handle snapped us out of the passionate haze. We took a step back and for the first time, I saw fear in my angel's eyes. He was scared. The look made me hurt and angry. I turned away and he must have realized it and said, "It's too dangerous for you to be seen with me." My eyes blazed as I turned to look at him. I was about to say something, but he moved closer, barring my mouth with his hand and he shook his head and stated, "Let us not spoil this moment. I felt good being here with you."

I wasn’t going to do anything until he apologised, for his insane behaviour. I sat there humming, as though I couldn’t even see or hear him, but I could feel his presence, eyes burning into my blazer trying to set me alight, send me to hell probably where he came from. He was devious enough I could tell, and I’d read somewhere that Biblically accurate angels were actually terrifying and it was the demons that stole the human essence that was breathtakingly beautiful just to lead you to your demise. Not that Mr Emerson was breathtakingly beautiful.

Melissa stares at Francis blankly before she looks away. The glass doors slide open and Francis and the two officers walk out into the pouring rain. Instantly, Francis' suit and plain trousers get wet. His short black hair stick his face and neck as the officers take him to the police car parked beside the glassy skyscraper. The shorter officer opens the back door and the Italian officer puts Francis in the backseat before closing the door. Francis stares at the building as the car's ignition starts before speeding away.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

“I mean it. Please stay.” And as I looked into his eyes, I realized… This was dangerous. The fact I wanted to stay was dangerous. My desires were dangerous.

DANIEL “This place looks huge. Will there be a lot of people?” Angel’s voice wavered as she stared out the window at the high-rise building in Vegas. “But I’ll be there, just keep your eyes on me,” I watched her profile, the way fear painted itself across her features. She was trying so hard to be brave, my little Angel, but I could smell the terror on her. It made me want to fuck her again. Right here in the car. I wanted to remind her that fear was just another kind of arousal when it came from the right source.