In Arms Angel Novels & Stories

The only difference was the fact that a brick wall wouldn’t have instantly reached out to steady her. The moment she felt his hands on her forearms, Angel’s heart began to go wild. All her anxiety and frustration, all her tension and her wishes to simply disappear suddenly collided into one and the tears began to stream down her face. “Whoa, hey, Angie,” Layon exclaimed, still holding onto her as though he thought she might fall over if he let go. “What’s going on?” Drawn in by his stormy grey eyes, Angel found herself unable to speak for a moment. The warmth of his palms on her forearms was soothing and enticing, and it made her entire body sizzle with desire. Her teeth gritted even

Her physique was so perfect, her up the knee mini skirt did no justice to enveloping her perfectly sexy thighs. Her almost pale skin colour matching her choice of suit left Lucian wondering if she knew what she was doing with all of that dressing and choices. Lucian had seen so many beautiful women since his stay on Earth, but nobody told him Angels lived freely around too. Lucian had his mind going haywire at the sight of this woman that had such impact on him. He dropped his pen and rested his back on his chair, tilting his head up and spinning the chair gently sideways as he kept on feeding his eyes.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

When he heard that I was willing to delete my Twitter post, he let out a sigh of relief and immediately began thanking me. "Jennifer, I knew you'd come through. Thank you for helping with this." After hanging up, I deleted the post, just as I had said I would. Soon, my assistant sent an update on the situation at the company. After seeing that I'd removed the post, Laurel had dropped the blade, and the two of them embraced, as if they were star-crossed lovers who had just survived a near-death experience. I scoffed as I watched the video, then started my car and drove straight to the airport.

I flung open the door, wailing, and threw myself into the arms of the visitor, my tears staining their shirt. But something felt wrong. Since when did Rachel develop such muscular and strong arms? Blinking through my tears, I looked up with a pitiful expression, only to see Jared standing there. I stumbled backward, whether from drunkenness or dizziness, I wasn't sure. In a swift motion, Jared caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me into a comforting embrace as he gently patted my back. Regaining my senses, I pushed him away forcefully. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.

’ Angel wasn't taking any chances. He didn't care if he looked ridiculous in his current position. Trembling in a dirty dress shirt. No pants. Only briefs. Barefoot and holding a gun. A gun he didn't even know how to shoot. But he knows he won't miss. He had precision. He was a damned student doctor for fuck’s sake! His hands were stable. Trained not to shake—even with great pressure. Angel was done being a damsel in distress. He gritted his teeth.

Leaving me to be stuck staring at his entire existence like he was a sort of a poorly written essay with no relevance to the fucking topic. Okay, maybe he's rich but he's definitely nuts. Where in the part that I'm not included in the package did he not understand? He even held both of my arms as if we were close, he might even take me away any moment from now, which caused me to just exhale and raise an eyebrow at him.

she bellowed in a voice that echoed and hinted of both male and female. Flames continued to surround the mass of burning people as they circled Angel. They were inching their way closer to her, but no one seemed willing to make an actual move. The man she called pa was closest to her, but even he was hesitant. Angel let out a scream that told of her frustration and anger before spreading her arms wide and tilting her head back. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and exhaled. As she did so, the flames that surrounded her and engulfed the spirits dissipated until there was nothing left but clouds of black smoke. With eyes filled with hate, she focused on the medicine man as she st

His little brother jumps in excitement as he runs his hand on his hair, disheveling it. Amalia and her mum sat under the shelter in the yard, and Amalia place the guitar on the table, Mrs. Bella wondered what she was doing with it...little did she know, that her adorable daughter could play and sing beautifully..." mum, I going to sing you a song" She informs bringing out the guitar from the bag, Mrs. Bella was surprised yet happy she was going to sing for her...On the other hand, Ethan was watching at the corner, not wanting to spoil the mother and daughter fun moment...She plays on the guitar for a little while, testing it out..." I will be singing you a song titled 'Arms' by Christina Per

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.