In Arms Angel Novels & Stories

I mumbled helping her take off her dress shirt which was the only thing she had on with her beautiful pink lace panties and threw it to the side where mine was. She shyly covered her breasts and I gave her a comforting smile, "Andrea you are beautiful inside out. Please let me see you." She hesitantly removed her hands and I gulped taking in her body. The only piece of clothing left on her were her panties. She had curves in all the right places, her breasts were big but not too much and the way her hair just laid out around her head made her look like a fucking goddess. "Fuck me," I whispered.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

Now that he finally had her in the grasp of his hand, he wasn't letting the little angel go anywhere. ****** Raphaella told the doctor of all the symptoms she had, and the doctor drew blood from her and took it to the lab for testing. So, right now she was waiting in his office for the test results and Raphaella decided to call Betty. “Hey girl, what's up?” Betty asked in her usual, bright tone. Raphaella groaned. “You won't believe who my new bodyguard is.” “Who is it? Is it that hot bodyguard/ model that we always see on TV? Oh my gosh! Is it Dwayne Johnson?” Betty asked, excitedly. Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess.

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

My eyes scanned everyone until I found who I was looking for. ‘Fuck…’ my brother said when he also saw her. Angel was wearing a black and gold sundress that cinched around her chest, laid flat against her toned stomach, and flared out at her hips. It ended a couple of inches above her knees. The gladiator heels that had ribbons that wound up her calves made her legs look like they went on for fucking days. As if sensing our gaze, she turned her head and smiled brightly at us before making her way over.

He wraps his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Someone tugs on my pants, and I look down and smile at my kids. Mary is two years old and is just like her daddy. She's blonde with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She holds her brother's hand, Noa, who looks like me, with his black hair and big light green eyes. I take them both in my arms and drape them over my shoulders. Angel kisses me softly on the lips and walks away from me, letting big white wings sprout from her back, - Angel?

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…

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

‘Please, I’ll do anything… Please, don’t let me lose my little angel,’ she prayed, squeezing her eyes shut to prevent her tears from falling. Crying wouldn’t help, she had to be strong and help Raphaël in his fight for survival. A hand reached out and enfolded her fingers in a strong grasp. Armel was hurting too, she could see it in the tense line of his jaw, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. Sympathy briefly flared for what Armel must be going through, the agony he must be feeling that Raphaël could be taken from him so soon after he had come into his life.