In Arms Of An Angel Mga Nobela at Kwento

His words causing a light blush to form on Ashton's otherwise ivory skin. After some deliberation and the angel fighting to keep the conversation on track, they had eventually come to an agreement, no different than the original. Damien seemingly pleased despite there being nothing extra in it for him. That was until the moment Ashton was signing the papers. A hand gently pulled up his chin to face the demon, almost caressing his skin with the light touch. "Shame that you haven't taken a bride. Why is that? Is there something you haven't told anyone?" His voice deeper than before, but nearly a whisper as he had closed much of the distance between the two. The Angel's eyes widened in surprise

My Angel orders as she fastens her harness. She has a lot on her, knives, katanas, bows, arrows and her favorite dagger that she straps to her thigh. Had it not been for the situation we are in, I would have laughed at her appearance. Wet hair, roughly pulled in a ponytail, my shirt, wrapped in a harness, my boxers and bare legs, with a dagger strapped to her thigh. She looks adorable and badass at the same time. "Let us move! We have to get the fight as far away from the clan as possible. Do not die on me, guys!" I command before pulling Angel to me and giving her a passionate kiss, crushing her into my body.

But in the peroration, he was fortunate, he finally found an Archangel to look after his daughter. "Can I come with you to church?" Ace asked, kneeling before Angel and holding her little arms in his big warm ones. Just like the drama queen that she is, Angel taps her finger on her lips as if on thought and shouted in joy - "yes you can come, daddy." Her turquoise green irises sparkled with mischief, novice, and beautiful just like her name suggests.

“The Almighty won’t be happy to hear about this.” Jasmine shuddered out of fear. Of course, it would be just her luck she pissed off God of all things. The Angel’s presence was very intimidating and now life-changing as she knew that God was real and dark Angels carried out souls to heaven. This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once.

Tonight was the last dark hour that belonged only to them. Angel didn’t knock. She slipped through the cracked door naked—skin cool from the hallway air, nipples already tight. Moonlight cut through the blinds in thin silver bars across the bed. Marcus lay on his back, one arm thrown over his head, breathing slow and deep. She padded across the carpet, lifted the sheet, and climbed in beside him.

I say thickly, knowing that I owe him a lot more for saving my ass in the past. Slowly, with caution, I climb into the van and wrap my fingers around Arnicas’ wrists, lowering them from her ears. Her body visibly shakes as tears streak her flushed cheeks. “Angel, baby,” I whisper, not wanting to startle her. “I need you to look at me.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she shakes her head, wrapping her arms around her legs pressed against her chest. My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach when I realise that this can be triggering for her.

“He is the most amazing man I have ever met; he is kind, sweet, humble, loving and caring. He has given us a home, a good home. And the one thing I could do for him, I messed it up.” Arms came around my shoulders. Warmth spread, warmth I hadn’t felt in days. Exhaustion and depression all dug deeper in me. I let myself drift away for a second, pushing up to turn around and right into this angel’s arms. She was right, she gave the best hugs, well, after Hendrix. But Hendrix’s hugs were different, they were consuming. She smelt so good, like vanilla cookies. She was God sent. I did not want to leave her arms. We probably stood there for five minutes and I could feel sleep creep in.

I don't know when I'm drifted into sleep in his arms meanwhile in the sky good angel : is there any other piece of man like this guy evil angel : why good angel : to make him mine evil angel : didn't you see what kind of guy he is earlier good angel : who cares evil angel : me good angel : huh evil angel : you're not allowed to dream about any guy good angel : why evil angel : that's it

Fingertips traced his skin with a gentle reverence as his arms enveloped me, binding us together in an embrace that transcended words. His breath rushed from his chest in a forceful gust as he enfolded me in his arms, pressing my form against his own. I could feel the warmth of his lips grazing my earlobe as he spoke in a fervent whisper, the intensity of his emotions evident in his tone. "I love you, Angel," his words carried a raw urgency. "I love you so profoundly."

Kai POV The angel in my arms was intoxicating. Her scent wrapped around me—vanilla and almond—seeping into my veins like an addiction. Every breath I took was filled with her essence, anchoring me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. Liquid gold eyes and fiery copper hair. Stunning. Mesmerizing. Mine.