In An Arms Of An Angel Novels & Stories

But something about the possessive way she touched Declan's arm made anger spark in my chest. "We were just leaving," Camilla continued, her fingers curling into his sleeve. "The Vanderbilt gala starts in an hour, and you promised—" "I promised nothing." Declan extracted his arm with surgical precision. "And I am exactly where I want to be." Camilla's smile never wavered, but her eyes went cold. "Of course. How silly of me." She turned that arctic gaze on me. "I did not catch your name." "I did not throw it."

"Alright Bye Angel" "Bye" Angel said before ending the call. She sighed to herself and examined herself in the mirror. She was wearing a white and purple shirt with Teddy Bear in the middle, a long sleeve white shirt under, skinny light blue jeans and purple flats. Angel slowly rolled up her sleeves and looked at her dark bruise. Her thoughts drifted to last night. __________________________________________

I drift my eyes to where I last saw Tee, Angel is there, she's talking to her friend who is dressed as Chucky. Angel is dressed as an Angel, I know, very cliche but at least it's a dark angel, it's black wings are not too spreaded and thank luck because she'd be hitting people with them. She wears a short white prom dress to compliment her wings, I hate to admit it but it's sexy and definitely not a try hard costume.

I was the coward. Far off, the announcement called for boarding. Through the crowd, I moved the opposite way. This time, my steps were steady. I stopped in front of Ewan. As his eyes widened, I held out my hand to him. "Okay." A single tear, warm with heat, fell from my eye onto our tightly clasped hands.

it answered, rolling its eyes. Chuckling, the Angel spread his wings and with an unprecedented speed, he grabbed his underlings' arms, dissolving the powers they were about to release. Giggling, he spread his arms, unintentionally throwing them far. The two ended up hitting their backs on a tree, feeling their spinal chords crack. "I'm sorry about that!" he softly chuckled, snapping his fingers to heal the two. "I forbid fights like this." "You! Why the hell did you--" Tenshi stopped when the Angel looked at him, its eyes purely void, making not just him froze but also Nisemono. They could easily sense the change of the Angel's mood.

Angel's Point Of View I woke up with a terrible headache. I groaned and snuggled more in the pillow which was radiating warmth all around me. Wait, what? I opened my eyes and saw a neck in front of me. Arms were wrapped around me and my face was buried in the neck of someone. I pulled away slightly and saw that it was Ace. I relaxed a bit and let my head fall back on his chest. I felt safe in his arms. I groaned and pulled away slowly, not wanting to wake him up. My head was throbbing and I closed my eyes at the unbearable pain. I shouldn't have drank that much. I stared at Ace and smiled when I realized how peaceful and angelic he looked.

he questioned angrily and Olivia was silent recalling the rules Mrs Carter had given her to know the best way to respond to his question "I am talking to you," he yelled at her and shook her violently "I am sorry," she cried "Sorry for what?" he said still holding her arms tightly with both hands ignoring the pain he was feeling in his other arm. "You are hurting me," she cried and he let go of her seeing he was wounding her already bruised hand from the fall earlier. He calmed himself down seeing the side of her arms all red. "Sit, down," he commanded and Olivia sat down immediately

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

I have been celibate for months and just a slight push will resort into hours of love making, which we have both been avoiding. We were both sitting on a long plush three seater sofa, watching a football match between Barcelona and Chelsea. Alma was seated in between my legs, with her hands caressing my bare chest. I sighed heavily as she kept making movements that were arousing me. I felt she was doing this intentionally as she kept caressing my chests and arms. I could feel my blood getting hot. Suddenly she turned her face to mine, bringing it closer slowly while she bit her lips.

She thought, resigning herself to the fact that she was going to land in a heap, more than likely taking a few couples with her. Instead, a pair of warm muscled arms circled April's waist, and she found herself pulled back into a rock hard chest, sending a delicious shiver down her spine; as she turned around to thank her savior, she found herself lost in the palest blue eyes she had ever seen. Hot damn! Suddenly April's heart seemed to speed up, her hands were clammy and she could feel the beginnings of a fully-fledged blush, radiating out from her core, what was happening?