In The Hands Of Angels の小説・ストーリー

Harrison’s eyes filled with desperate hope. The sister put her hands behind her back, swaying slightly. “Oops,” she chimed. “Looks like I’ve been caught.” The brother stepped forward, golden eyes glowing with divine authority. “We,” he said, voice smooth and devastatingly calm, “are the salvation of this realm.” A smile touched his lips. “We are your Angels.”

"The payment has been authorized. You may leave." I purse my lips and stand up. "Let's go, Arlo." Raphael turns to leave. Angels operate on Order, not Charity. They have a schedule to keep, and giving a ride to two homeless isn't on it. Angels are 'Lawful Good' on paper, but in reality? They are cold, clinical sociopaths who would let you bleed out on the sidewalk if saving you violated a protocol. I see Raphael raise a hand. He looks annoyed by Fenris's continued struggling. He's about to use force.

She puts her hands up and smiles as she tells them, "I will take each and every one of you, individually, while the others watch. First, let me finish with Rockledge. I am far from done with him." I groan as her pussy walls close around me. Her eyes turn blue again as she whispers in my ear, "I want you in my ass, Rockledge." I look into her eyes, sure I can do that, but I feel like I will need a minute. The hesitation is wiped off my face as she puts her hand on my pelvis, bringing my cock back to life while he's still inside of her. "Well, I guess I can do that. Shit woman, what kind of powers do angels have?"

he says, and I glance up into his mesmerizing sky-blue eyes, full of acceptance, full of love. He gives me a subtle nod. With no further thought, I lift my shaking, bloody hand to his. Warm fingers gently wrap around my wet, sticky palm just as an unexpected, beautiful peace washes over me. The man tightens his grip, sending a charge throughout my body. When he lets go, I'm transformed, like new again, miraculously no longer in excruciating pain. He slowly turns. My eyes go wide when I see something I didn't see before. The most spectacular, glistening, white wings I've ever seen. He's an angel...a glorious, beautiful angel.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Angels with strange wings. If I am not mistaken, they are Angels of satan. The Angels cast into the blazing fires of hell. The sinned one. While I was on a stage in the middle of the arena. My hands and feet were bound. It was as if I had been crucified because of the position of my tie while Eron was in front of me, he's floating in the air with his beautiful black wings staring down at me with his dangerous hazel brown eyes.

It was just that the past three years had made me realize that he no longer was the family I could freely seek affection from. Connor was still looking at me, seemingly waiting for an explanation. But I only lowered my head and replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanders." His frown deepened. He was about to speak up when he caught sight of the still-healing needle marks on my neck. He paused for a moment before reaching out toward me. "What's this?" I instinctively flinched away from Connor's hand. This was something that had never happened before. His hand missed and fell, and his expression darkened instantly. "I'm just trying to look out for you, Wendy, and this is how you're acting?"

— I don't know. — When I know, I'll want to listen. Good evening, Angel. I heard the door close amid the darkness that enveloped me.

Andra assumed the man currently with her was one of such. She found the man to be handsome. Although Dominic was hotter in her opinion, she reasoned. Still, there was no need to compare them anyway, she chided herself. “Andra,” Angie said. “I was wondering where you were.” “Angie.” Andra greeted. “I was just checking some messages.” “Okay. I hope you’re having fun.” “Sure.” “Good. I want you to meet Jack.” Angie said, introducing the handsome man to her. “He just got here. He is the guy I wanted you to meet.”