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Poor Rathy didn't know that my growl was one of dissatisfaction. I might have seen a little bit of Angel in her heavily Photoshopped pictures when I ordered her from a site for professional whores, but up close, I realised how different Angel was to the bimbo; Angel smelt heavenly, this one smelled like expensive perfume and tons of makeup products. On closer look, you could see the faint freckles scattered around the bridge of my Angel's nose, it made her look so adorable especially when she wrinkled her nose in confusion or amusement; this whore's face, on closer look, was just layers and layers of makeup…

Her family business survived because of fools like that, people who loved to dull their senses with drugs and alcohol. Her anger was burning as she saw Diego walk in with two blondes. She checked her wristwatch and scoffed. 'The idiot was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago' she thought. Diego went to the bar to order drinks and she saw him trade envelopes with the bartender. She started walking towards him and was about to reach him when a man stopped her. "Hey there, sexy." The man said. She could barely hear him over the loud music. She wondered why people found it fun to listen to ear blasting music.

"So you're just going to accept me having two mates?" Sleepy shrugs casually, not the slightest upset. "I've been to some crazy fairy parties, and believe me, I've been in crazier set-ups. And Azrael isn't that bed in all honesty—he got a gorgeous face and pretty-boy eyes, he is an adonis too, so I can't complain about future threesomes." I laugh. "Weren't you strictly into women?" "Oh, sure, I will only do you, but kissing Azrael to freak him out is part of the fun," Sleepy taps his chin. "He is an angel, though—not only can they change their age, but they can also change their gender."

He grabbed the clothes and sniffed them causing Xavier to become defensive. “Hey I washed them!” He said. Gabriel nodded. “Yes I’m sure you did.” He started dressing. The sweat pants stretched to the max. Hugging his thick column thighs and leaving nothing to the imagination. The shirt clung to his body like a second skin. Gabriel was almost too afraid to move too much or the fabric would surely rip under pressure, he even placed his curly strands in a ponytail. Jasmine tried to look away from him. Tried to be angry at her now being tossed into a world she had no way of understanding, but something told her it was sure to be an interesting future especially with this Angel around.

Her mouth -- pretty pink lips that would look quite lovely around his c*ck -- pursed as she spoke those words. Rhianna.... "More glass!"Desmond, Sylvester's best man muttered, his eyes were half closed and he looked pretty drained. Even Damien, who was Desmond's twin brother was sleeping as a result of the harsh alcohol but They were completely ignored. Angelina kept her gaze fixed on Sylvester's, unmoving, With that touch of red in his hair and laugh lines around those smoky gray eyes, he was definitely a man, nothing like the boyish types that seemed to be everywhere. And he had those lean, rippling muscles.

I beamed and faced him again with a wide smile. "What? What Egg—" "That's what I called my readers, duh!" A soft laugh made its way from my mouth as I jokingly punched the stranger in his left arm. "And why would you call your readers Egg Cells?" "You don't like it? Does the fandom named 'Cums' really sound better?" I held my chin and ignored him choking on his own saliva. Good thing he regained himself and slowly faced my direction. "You're weird." Oh, coming from a man who dressed like he was from Hueco Mundo.

I ball my fists. He gets up to introduce himself. “I'm Justin.” Fine, fucker, I'll play along for now. She would be seeing my fucking cousin. Fucking angels look like models with flawless skin, light eyes, and perfect hair. While we demons tend to have darker features and a lust for tattoos. Angels are the quaffed elite, while demons are rugged bikers. However, besides appearances, there are many differences between angels and demons. Demons are loyal to a fault while angels are our polar opposites until they find their mate. That's why I'm going to revel in taking his player ass down. “Damon,” I reply curtly. That fuck knows he's just using her, and I bet she's got no clue. Hell, he shouldn

I shouldn't think about this right now. My attention goes back to the music as I let it sink in. I hear a deep masculine voice behind me. "Hello Angel, may I have this dance?" I look behind my gaze, falling on a 6 or 6'5ft angel. He's dressed in a clean, jet black suit, with green seductive eyes matching his green inner shirt. His hair is in a buzz cut style, full, noticeable eyebrows, long lashes, caramel skin tone, and a clean shave with a little mustache that makes you want to think about bed play.

Why can’t I behave like a man? Angel stands in front of me and lifts my head, and I look up. Her dark eyes meet mine while she shows her tongue, and I lick it, retrieving the small pill she had it there. I have never used hard drugs, but I am not completely against them. Not when life is so fucked up. Sometimes we need something to take the edge off.

Angela’s POV I was on my way home when I saw an old lady selling some key chains. I walked towards her and looked at those key chains laid on an open box. “Come and buy some key chains now, young lady..” said the old lady. I smiled at her and browsed at the set of keychains again when I saw two keychains of a boy and a girl. The girl is smiling while the boy is crossing his arms and looks pissed. I suddenly remembered Lucifer. He looks exactly like this keychain. I chuckled. “Are you planning to give it to your boyfriend?” asked the old lady.