In Arms Of An Angel Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

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