His Little Angels Novels & Stories

A boy about five or six is lying across a woman's body, crying no Papa over and over. I break the connection with Florence, I don’t even realise I am crying until Arrow cups my face “Angel, what happened? Where did you go?” I blink a bit confused, what does he mean where did I go. I am standing where I was. “Angel you zoned out for a moment” I look at them all “I just saw what I assume was your memories” I say to the woman who is watching me looking confused.

"Seems like I’ve been too good. Five seconds. If I still can’t see a glimpse of your shadows–" “We’ll go we’ll go!!” Like a chicken whose butt was on fire, all nine of them scurried their way towards the location of their boss–who they all know was the devil incarnate.

I wanted to say something, but the moment had passed, and the photo was taken. I forced another smile, pretending to be fine when I was not. As soon as they left, I called my assistant over. "Did you notice anything about them?" I asked him. "No, nothing at all. This is common. You should get used to fans like this," he said casually. "Daddy, look what I have!" Angel wrote on her tablet. One of the storekeepers held the items she had selected. "They're beautiful. I'm sure you'll like them," I said.

This annoys Don a lot. “Shouldn't you at least start with a greeting, Donatello?” Martin asked with a smile. Don rolled his eyes. He hates when he calls his full name but he chose to ignore it this time. “You know it has really been long since I traveled to the States, so I decided to fly back and surprise you.” Martin said as he took a stroll round the office. Puffing out the smoke from his mouth, Don said, “Your surprise was pathetic and you are not welcome here.”

Lila saw through it in ten seconds flat. Thirty four, rich as sin, class dripping from every gesture. She’d walked into the underground fight club where he was bleeding on the mat, handed him a silk handkerchief for his cut lip, and said, “You’re wasting talent on these animals. Come work for me.” He’d laughed. She hadn’t. Five years later, they were married. Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat.

They had not exactly had normal conversations in a while. She was about to end the boring atmosphere by starting a conversation when she heard a whisper in her ear. "Beautiful Angel," she heard as a kiss fell on her cheeks. She wondered who would dare to kiss her on her cheek just like that from the back, She turned immediately ready to slap the person as she stared at someone she had not expected to see in a long while.

“You’re close, aren't you? If I dipped my hand down there, I just know I’d find you soaked.” More moans spilled from my lips, shameful and sweet. “Do you want me to make you cum?” I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to beg him for it. The orgasm was approaching like a freight train, and I knew it would be earth-shattering. And then his words struck me. ‘Little Hunter’. The fog snapped. I shoved off him with a burst of hysterical strength, my heart stuttering as I spun around to face the male who’d almost brought me to climax.

The smile was gone, and his skin no longer glowed under the lights. He could read me from the other side of the table, just like I could read him. He knew what it was that had settled between us. What would always be there, and he had just poked at all of it right now without meaning to? “To stop what?” I asked Blaze. I wanted him to stop and I didn’t want him to. And I wasn’t even sure what we were talking about. “The names. Pookie, Angel, baby.” He sat up, shifting forward so he could tease me. “Baby?” Blaze asked, adding to the list of names he should stop calling me.

But it turned out, they were also afraid of losing him? “Little Angels,” Kara rubbed the backs of her two children, “can you stop crying? Mommy has something to show you." Jeremy, who was standing nearby, spontaneously raised his eyebrows. Reading Kara's expression, he gasped. He was too busy taking care of the twins that he didn't have time to check the latest news. “He’s here?” he asked through mouth movements. Kara smiled slightly and nodded.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.