In An Arms Of An Angel Novels & Stories

' I knew she was right. The Archangel had almost reached the darkness, and I could see those demons properly now, their yellow eyes gleaming with lust as he promised them they could watch everything he did. Their teeth gnashed together as they bobbed up and down, and that's when I noticed their forms. I had thought they were round, nebulous blobs, but they did have small arms and legs, and one other appendage, extremely large and very hard cocks, which they are all rubbing enthusiastically. 'Open the door!!'

Literally. I bent down to pick up the mop and nearly jumped when he grabbed my arm. “I’m talking to you, goddammit! Angel, look at me.” I yanked my arm back, still refusing to look at him. “Please let go of me, Alpha Alex.” “Angel, look at me. Please. Please, Pen—look at me.” I broke free and reached for my broom like it was a sword, something to shield me from him. “Angel, look at me or I’ll—”

“The Almighty won’t be happy to hear about this.” Jasmine shuddered out of fear. Of course, it would be just her luck she pissed off God of all things. The Angel’s presence was very intimidating and now life-changing as she knew that God was real and dark Angels carried out souls to heaven. This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once.

Elina saw a different Angel He drew her close to his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her golden locks fell over her eyes, like a curtain blocking out the sunlight. There was that glimmer in his eyes that she found appealing, She began to withdraw her hand to brush away her hair, but his hand clutched onto hers. He carefully laid her delicate hand on his shoulder. Angel delicately tucked her lock behind her ear, and her ocean-blue eyes twinkled beautifully. She set her head on his shoulder as both continued to dance, too lost in the music to stop. Time passed as their feet moved in the steps of the music.

In that slice, two bodies stood too close. Angel’s said entry, like a woman who walks into rooms assuming doors are suggestions. She wore white, as if purity were a costume you can put on and nobody would notice the zipper. She was turned toward him, one hand on his chest—flat, proprietary. He’d stepped back a fraction, shoulder bumping the edge of the desk, nowhere to go without pinning himself. His jaw was locked. His eyes were on her face. The bond didn’t warn me. It recoiled and then went flat, like a wire cut.

My lips stretch into a smile as he mentioned a friend and they have no communication so it seems harmless even though the trauma from my past is hunting me over trusting any son of Adam with the opposite gender. “Hello I'm Angel, nice to meet you.” my hands stretched forward for a handshake but reluctantly she took it like it burned her with a fake dirty ass smile which was over before it touched her lips. Her arms coiled back around his shoulder as she snuggled closer towards his tall frame, he didn't seem to mind as he let her. My chest began to hurt, a tightening around my throat, air was polluted, my eyes began to blur.

Angel stood up from her seat and went among the dancing people. Angel removed her navel so that his long and beautiful hair fell down. Angel also removed her cloak and opened the two buttons of her vest as if she were being washed. Angel raised both of her arms above her head and waved her hands. Twisting and turning while grinding down like a madman stroking his hair, Angel noticed that the people dancing had moved aside to give him a wide space. Angel suddenly felt something on his waist, and when he turned his gaze to it, he immediately noticed a hand wrapped around it.

His arms circled around my waist to prevent me from falling and my arms automatically wrapped around his neck. I looked into his eyes and for a moment I felt safe. I felt like I could trust him with my secrets. I just felt like being like this forever- no! This is not right. I can't just trust anyone. I shouldn't be feeling like this- especially not with him.

He hugged me tightly, as if trying to press me into his very soul, just like the day I had agreed to be his girlfriend years ago. Feeling suffocated, I gently pushed him away. I heard his voice, choked with emotion. "Jennifer, you have to be happy." We pulled apart, and I saw tears spill from his eyes. For a moment, I was lost for words. I handed him a tissue. "Goodbye." "Goodbye." I turned and walked away. I heard Ross call my name behind me, but I pretended I hadn't. I casually hailed a cab, ready to leave. But just then, I heard Ross shout urgently, "Jennifer, watch out!"

Behind her, Armel groaned deep in his chest, pulling back before seating himself inside her once more. And then, locking one arm around her waist, he rolled to his side, without breaking their connection. “Tu es à moi, mon ange (You’re mine, angel…). Nothing’s going to take you from my side…” Armel whispered in her ear before falling back into sleep holding her tight. “Don’t let me go… Keep me here, Armel… Always and forever, my love…” she replied slowly, but he was already asleep. *****