Husk X Angel Dust Novels & Stories

There was a half-full bottle of Jack Daniel's. "What are our plans for tomorrow morning?" Xander only raised his head when he heard the sound of cutlery clinking together. He thought he would see the most beautiful sight of his secretary's sexy body. At least, a silk nightgown with spaghetti straps or sexy lingerie. But what he found were plain bright yellow pajamas with trousers and a short-sleeved blouse. Angel rolled her brown hair carelessly with an old hair clip. And her face was very natural without a touch of makeup at all. Overall, Angel looked cute. Xander seemed like a pedophile predator who wanted to prey on an underage girl.

“Oh, and his doggy style… His doggy style made me beg for mercy. As he fucked me from behind, he was using his hands to squeeze my breasts. He pulled my head backwards and fucked me so hard. The pleasure was in the pain mamacita.” “Now I see why you didn’t hesitate to wait for the whiskey. You must really need it. I hope I really get to fuck Jared someday. I’m literally already fucking him in my mind. Damn, that dick is gonna be really good.” “Damn, I’m even wet already.” McKayla said to Cordelia. “Ooouuuuu.” Cordelia expressed as she gulped down the remaining whiskey in her cup. “Uhmmm…. I’m going to leave now so you can, uhmmm… take care of all the stuff that you’ve got going on down there

he said, spreading his wings and flying away. Pissed at Nisemono, Kitto kicked the air, walking over to get the dagger that the stupid guy threw. Once he picked it up, he heard the Angel's voice telling him that he might need it and he scoffed. Of course he will be needing it, to stab that angel when he gets the chance.

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

That’s all he had to say. We went upstairs, steps creaking under our weight. The hallway smelled like old smoke and something worse. Same spot we been using for months when things needed to stay off the radar. Inside, Tone was already there, sitting on the edge of the table, tapping his fingers like he was trying not to lose it. “They hit the stash,” he said as soon as I walked in. I stopped. “Who?” “That’s what we trying to figure out.” Dre shut the door behind us. “And it ain’t just that.”

Her lids had already begun to half close and Damascus could feel that their time together on this Earth was coming to an end. Before Damascus could react, a dark shadow emerged out of the trees and crossed the highway. Damascus had tried to slow down too quickly for the speed that he was going and the 321-horsepower beast beneath him began a deadly wobble. The death wobble so they called it. Damascus attempted to keep control but in the end the machine did what it wanted and flew. Ejecting its rider in the process.

“Nobody is loyal to you. You think coming into our town, wiping a few mob head is enough? You don't kill a king and take over, thinking your territory will not be threatened when you left other kings.” “I was being benovelent by not killing them,” I said sadly. “I did not want to loose all my humanity. “Well,” Brody barked out a dry laugh. “It's gotten you here.” What drug?” “Angel dust,” Brody confirmed. I slammed the table hard in anger, remembering why I had banned that drug. “Someone is selling Angel dust in our town?” “Worse,” Brody laughed, seeing to enjoy this. “Someone is fucking you up, taking over your coke and heroine business and they started by selling Angel dust.”

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******