روايات وقصص ضمن Is Angel Dust A Femboy

Groans and wails were coming from everywhere. A girl who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen stood on the table with her hands on her hips. She scowled fiercely and said in a soft tone, “Hmph, what Hell’s Angels? It should be Trash Angels! Every single one of you is useless. You can’t even produce a single decent warrior. With just this, how dare you call yourselves kings of the underground? Pah! From today, I will be your elder sister, and you will listen to me.

Yet, here he was, already giving her attitude. "I'm going with you." Dexter sighed helplessly. Seeing Angela's blank expression, he truly felt that she'd shut herself off emotionally. She no longer sensed other people's feelings or tried to understand their thoughts. "No need. Azure Club is just nearby. I used to go there often with them," Angela said casually as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Dexter asked, as if unintentionally, "So, did you think any of them was the most handsome?" She absentmindedly replied, "Number 18, the one who's six feet tall with perfectly defined abs, and his hands were just..."

He looks so cute. I'll ignore the fact that he just called me Cherry and held my hand. "I'll do it. But only because you look so cute." He smirked and winked, "Thanks Angel, but I'm not cute, I'm sexy and I know it!" And here comes his cocky self. Concieted bastard! ***** Bloom M.

“I met him..you know I don't usually drool for male celebrities…but …he is so gorgeous and his voice is so kind..so soothing to the ear,he is nothing like Anthonio” Devia laughed. “Girl,I see he rizzed you up so bad. Damon is quite a charmer, but you never told me you had a crush on him”. “It's a secret!” Angela snapped, feeling a little embarrassed. “Not anymore”. Dorris laughed again. Angela pouted annoyed at her friend for teasing her. “Well it's nice to see you having a sexual feeling towards someone. So,you are a human after all,I thought you were a tree”.

“Gosh! I don't care about taking care of half a dozen little Angelas as long as their brains are as big as yours.” Dylan hissed. “Half a dozen? What do you think of Angela? A dog?” Anya looked at him. “I have a dog, and Maki only gave birth to two puppies. Angela is different because she’s an alien, and aliens can produce more babies.” He rolled his eyes at her. “I can’t believe you’re talking to Angela that way,” he shook his head, looking disappointed when Anya and I burst out laughing. “Do you think the babies will come out of my mouth?” I joked, making Dylan more pissed at us.

Angel teased him, “Daddy, you’re lying. You were thinking about something else. That’s why you wanted to leave in a hurry instead of chat with me.” Sir Ares stared at Angel speechlessly. This girl knew the reason why he was leaving in a hurry, yet she still purposely tried to make things hard for him. Her cheeky personality was really extremely different from Baby Zetty’s obedient personality. She was more similar to Baby Robbie given her playful demeanor.

Sammy looks back and jumps when she sees me there, "Oh, you're here. Hi, Saint. We're just man-hunting for Birdie." "Awesome," I spit out and just stay there, right behind Eros, "Continue." I can see the tension in his shoulders and when he turns to look at me, his eyebrows are furrowed. "Don't think you're my type or something, I just happen to like tall guys," he scoffs and turns back, "What about that one? The one with a cowboy hat? He's showing his culture, I like it." "That's one hundred percent a stripper and he’s wearing a costume," Angel laughs and when I lean over, I see a tall dude with huge arms, a tiny leather vest and a cowboy hat, "You're so stupid."

“Blech.” Michael knocked his hat sideways. “Girl stuff.” “Girls like girl stuff, Michael,” his father said, straight-ening the hat. “Someday you’ll be glad about that.” “Nuh-uh. Girl stuff is yucky.” “Not if you’re a girl.” Angel reached in front of him for the perfect pair of purple shorts, a few shades darker than her amethyst tail, with delicate filigree like lace coral around the edges, then held them against the tops of her legs. “What to do you think of these?”

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

“Well, I like to fuck around but with the same women. Go to parties and clubs. Be wild. But you get the drift. Anything can happen. You have to open your mind to it. We are all here to support you, bro. Let your heart lead you.” “Yeah? Thanks.” Someone cleared their throat. Calvin turned and saw Angel. KJ disappeared, leaving the couple alone. He tried to touch Angel, but she ducked. He was about to protest when she came close and flattened her hands on his chest. If she had overheard his talk with his brother, she didn’t look upset. “Fuckboy, huh?” Oh, fuck. “Baby.” “I’m not upset. I’d like to know more about you. The you before me,” she said. That person was gone. “The one before we met.”