Novel & Cerita In An Arms Of An Angel

No one was able to stand up to Evan and utter such words to him, but Angel was? "Leave! Get out! Out!!!!" Evan's anger roared, unable to control his emotions any longer, while Angel huffed, folding her arms as if she didn't fear his threats.

Six Months Later Ace’s POV “Be careful!” Angel demanded in a moan. Her hands were wrapped around my shoulders traversing under my armpits as she breathed in hot air into my ear. Her legs formed a pointy fountain under the sheets running through my waist, wrapped tightly around my thighs, making my thrusting work closer and easier. “Relax, I won't hurt the baby.” I whispered a warm assurance into her ear while my fingers rubbed her head tenderly. After the holy work was done, I helped her get ready for our doctor’s appointment. Trust me when I say it wasn't the easiest work of all.

My Angel. A small smile made it across my lips at the thought of my little Angel as I made my way in. But my smile was soon replaced by a frown when I saw Angel lying on the ground, unconscious. "ANGEL!"

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

They didn't say anything after that and their focus resume back to the screen. As time pass and so did the argument escalated. Emily eyes were filled with fury and Selene had that defiance expression. From the looks of things whatever they were arguing about was getting intense. Selene face was suddenly filled with horror and she stepped back slowly. I looked the other side but the angel wasn't good to get was going on. I only saw selene stepping back and was trying to push Emily away. As selene eyes widened, I finally saw it. Wait why is Emily holing a dagger?. I exhaled sharply.

"Had swooped in, saving the day. Isn't he such a hero?" Chelsea's frown deepened. He didn't like Angel's casual touch, the proprietary way he held Arc's arm. His gaze snapped to Arc's face, searching for signs of discomfort. But Arc's expression remained neutral, his eyes fixed on some point beyond Angel's shoulder. "Yes, we all know Arc's amazing," Chelsea interrupted, his tone a little sharper than intended. Angel's warm smile encompassed Chelsea, as if genuinely pleased to meet him. "Hi, I'm Angel," he said, extending a hand.

, Charles asked, his voice saddened. "Yes I do. I can still remember it vividly", Angel said, feeling sympathy for him. "Yes, I sat outside my front door in anguish for hours, dejected and broken and you were there for me. You were there to console me. You took me inside and I remembered explaining how I learnt of Sir Paul's death at the battlefield, fighting against the vampire hybrids", he said, holding on to her left hand. He was glad he was also here for her today, at her lowest point.

Angel is a fairly tall man around six feet with broad shoulders with a lot of lean muscle, a slight tan with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes. “Alpha Raven, it’s good to meet you,” Angel bows his head baring his neck making me nod while reaching out to shake his hand. “It is good to meet you, Angel. I hear you’re Alpha Osric’s brother and quite the warrior?” I question with a small smile as he firmly shakes my hand.

I look at this spinning, multi-eyed wheel of holy judgment, and only one thought crosses my chaotic mind: Holy shit. That is the coolest thing I've ever seen. My muscles coil tight. Without a single second of hesitation, I launch myself off the concrete ledge. I shoot straight up into the night sky like a bullet—aiming directly for the Angel's center. Or...whatever part of him counts as a face. I don't drop to my knees to worship him. I reach out and grab his sacred, spinning wheels with my bare hands. The giant, glowing rings violently shudder the second I make physical contact. It's like the great Throne Angel just completely short-circuited at the sheer blasphemy of being touched.

His hand gently grabs my upper arm before tugging me backwards back to the bed. “Let go of me,” I yank my arm out of his grasp. “You have no idea what you’ve done.” A wild anger washes over me and I lunge for him. Fists thrashing. He takes the beating until my arms go weak. He catches my wrists before my arms fall limp to my sides. My head hangs between us. Damn angels. I can’t be here. This place...this place…