Novel & Cerita In Arms Angel

she responded bluntly. “Either way, you don’t belong here, angel.” My words carried a warning, a promise of the darkness lurking within this forbidden world’s shadows. With a sudden surge of courage, she met my gaze head-on. “I may not belong here, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid.” We stood locked in a silent battle of wills for a long moment. Finally, I shattered the moment. Unable to resist the urge to touch her, I closed my hand around her wrist, pulling her closer until our noses touched.

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.

Before I knew it, I had thrown myself into his arms. His palm was broad. He pressed one to my waist and pulled me closer. A weird sense of security wrapped around me. I couldn't tell if his chest was too warm or whether he smelled too familiar. Maybe it was even the strength of that hand at my waist that held up my trembling body. "Lulu… she's gone. I've already asked the doctor to pull the security footage." I tilted my head up, tears blurring my vision. They kept streaming down my face. "Don't be afraid. Lulu will be okay. I'll look for her with you." Ewan's arms tightened around me as he stroked my hair to soothe me. Maybe it was how certain his voice sounded, but it somehow steadied me.

Standing before us are two beings so beyond our reality, I almost want to laugh just to keep from falling over. Angels. Real ones. Not pretty stained-glass angels. Not soft, glowing, harp-toting cherubs. These are soldiers. Aliens. Weapons given form. Ten feet tall. Four wings each—two across their shoulders, two just below the ribcage. Four arms. Eyes like voids. No whites. No irises. Just endless black. Golden skin. Battle armor. Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving.

“The father replied that an Angel is someone who is sweet, kind, caring, calm, and mellow. The most beautiful woman on the planet. Someone who is amazing in every way. An Angel is the girl who makes your heart beat faster when she walks into the room. The girl you will need wherever you go. The girl who makes you want to be better. Angel is someone who is your rock. The person who you love with your entire heart. The person you can’t see yourself living without.” His answer was almost monotone, like he practiced it. Like this had been running in his head for a long time and he knew it by heart. And I had a feeling that this story, the definition of Angel, Artemy did know it by heart. The way

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.

She breathed in his masculine scent and relaxed her body against his. "No, I have all I need in my arms." He hummed softly as he led her with gentle moves. She followed his steps and let him guide her. It was so easy with him, their movement was synchronized and the rhythm flowed smoothly between them. For some unknown reason she felt like she could trust him. Being in his arms calmed her, it made her feel like there was just that moment and the rest of the world outside of the moment did not matter. She knew it was an illusion, his arms were lying to her but she enjoyed the lie, his arms brought peace to her chaos. His hand moved up her back and she felt him caress one of her scars. She loo

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.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

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