In Arms Of An Angel Novels & Stories

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

As they got out of the car, Roman could see Angel was having trouble walking on the gravel parking lot in her heels, so he went to her side and let her hold on to his arm as they walked across the lot to get in line for a table. Angel clutched onto her father's arm tighter than she really needed to, but he liked the feeling of her leaning on him for support. And she didn't let go when they got onto smooth surfaces and joined the line to get in. The girl just clung to her father like paint on a fence, and he was perfectly happy to have such a sexy young girl hanging off his arm. No one thought twice about it, except that Angel looked so luscious people were turning to look at her before they

“I said I love you.. “ Then Tony’s hand crawled at his back. Down his spine. Gritting his teeth. A fresh wave of new tears flowed down Angel’s face. “You goddamn brute.” His last protest, but not really a protest. Tony chuckled, “Can I move now?” Angel started to nod but stopped. “But how?” he asked instead. “Put your arms around me,” Tony instructed him. Angel put his arms around him. Then he felt Tony lift him up from the bed. “Tony!” he protested. It burned! Too much!

I stumbled back a step as his small arms tried to wrap around my torso, but failed miserably to connect his hands behind me. I took a deep breath, then wrapped my arms around the angel. I wanted to laugh. I'm a hellhound, and I'm hugging an angel, mated to another, and just vowed to protect another one. I'm surrounded by angels. The irony.

CIARA I could hear the murmur behind me, the sound curling around the room, rising and rising as Austin reached for my hand. But before his fingers could brush mine, I drew away, quick and sure. “Babe, what’s wrong? Why are you acting like this?” His voice wavered, and I could see the panic flickering in his eyes, raw and real, as if he truly didn’t understand. It was amusing, but I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I averted my gaze, letting it drift past him to where my father and Yuri sat, both of them looking lost, bewildered.

"Given those steamy images, she was ok with yesterday; I'd say she knows her way around a cock or two." "And just like that, the moment is gone." I hissed back to him, looking down at the angel who slept peacefully in my arms, ignoring Ares and his 'ideas'. Focusing on her angelic face, watching her breathe softly, her beautiful scent of Vanilla and coconut filling the air around us. She was perfect!

I felt anger bubble up inside of me, begging to be released upon the poor, unsuspecting Miss Clark. “Don’t.” She clutched my hand fiercely, displaying more strength than I thought her capable of. “Don’t be angry with him. He wanted to get to know you first before he placed his life in your hands. Don’t you see? He’s trapped against his will and you, Callista, are the only one who can free him.”

“You rely on Mr. Ares to be your backbone. That’s why you’re so oppressive. I truly regret that I failed to discipline you strictly from the beginning—” Angeline retorted, “I regret it even more. I went to Imperial Capital in the middle of the night yesterday to beg Mr. Ares to save your daughter. Forget about the fact that I’ve knelt there for quite some time, but someone even injured my arm. Yet the moment you step into this house, I’ve received no sympathy from you, only condemnations. It’s bitterly disappointing.” Then, George noticed that Angeline’s arm was covered by layers of thick gauze. His facial expression turned awkward instantly.

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?

She exercised almost every day and when she gave birth to our baby girl, she was comfortable with her body. Fast forward three years later and here we are. I was standing at the altar waiting for my bride. A lot has happened since Jackson was born. We found out that he was an angel like Ava, which was extremely rare considering that angels were only born every century. I looked over to my son as he sat with Katie and her kids. He had a bright smile on his face as he played with Katie's daughter. My attention focused at the end of the aisle when the song came on. My breath hitched in my throat when Ava came into view looking absolutely breathtaking. She was as beautiful as ever and my eyes se