Is Angel Dust A Femboy Novels & Stories

Angel and two other girls were blocking the doorway. “Well. Well. Well. If it isn’t little Ms. Pretty Woman.” She said referencing the Julia Roberts movie. “That’s who she looks like. Right girls? A whore turned classy in that dress.” They all laughed. “What do you want Angel?” Panic began building inside me. They stood like a blockade of soldiers and I wasn’t going anywhere. Angel twisted open a red soda and took a sip before saying, “Do you know what I hate more than anything?” I didn’t bother answering.

Angel Where are you" came his desperate voice Suddenly as if thunder Strom, there was light around him, he looked up a unique way of decoration, never in his life, he had imagined the use of the umbrella in decorations, his eyes travelled to the end of it and his breath hitched seeing the view The red light, what amused him it was in the shape of a heart and there stood his angel exactly at the same spot where he first saw hee, his eyes were stuck on the beauty inside that heart, it felt like that's his heart and his lady residing in there His legs rooted to the spot as if paralyzed He didn't even realize the absence of Bozo in his arms She looked divine in that dress, just like a fairy who

I am never shy around men but again, no man has ever look at me so intently before, well except my brother whenever he wants to scold me, but he’s my brother. And, this man is just a stranger, a mysterious stranger that’s so damn handsome. “Maybe,” I shift in my seat, biting my lips. “Sorry to disappoint, angel.” The way he calls me angel makes heat rush to my face. There’s nothing angelic about me, my thick purple hair is longer than shoulder length, I have multiple piercings and I am wearing a faux leather dress that stops mid-thigh and exposes a significant amount of cleavage. Yet, this man is calling me an angel.

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

"Son? No. Liam is not my son, Mr D'Angelo. He is my…" "...Boyfriend!" Liam completed the sentence loudly and Viso snapped his head back to Liam. The little thing was not a kid from any angle. His personality, talks, everything was similar to masculine things. Relief. Immense relief swelled his body when His angel said that this Ugly potato was not her son. But that relief was short-lived because that damn satan's son spoke again and once again claimed himself as His Angel's Boyfriend.

But immediately I feel guilty for even thinking that way. "Let me confirm just for your sake Angel" Darius speaks after a few minutes. I look at him, who is still in his Angry Demon form. It fits his appearance perfectly. "Apart from you, I am not interested in any other female. Neither I am married nor am I engaged. If anyone ever tries to tell you otherwise, slap them on their lying face. ok," I simply nod my head. I cannot slap anyone. At least not for such a simple thing, right?

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

"Yeah, he was just talking about it. He can’t stop smiling whenever he mentions you." 'Since when had I become his girlfriend?' I mused. Just then, Jared came up from behind and clapped the guy on the shoulder. The guy quickly scooted over, giving Jared a knowing look as he departed. Jared then sat down next to me. "Did that guy talk to you? He's a playboy. He probably just wanted to hit on you because you’re pretty. Don’t mind him."

answers Angel who takes a seat next to me. Nodding, I move to change the subject. “So what’s the dress code for Club Ambrosia?” I question, never hearing about this club before. “It’s glam babe.” At the sound of a voice we turn to see another. “Caleb you made it” I grin. “In the flesh baby” chuckles Caleb, taking a seat next to Angel. “So glam, meaning fancy?” I ask, making sure that was what he was referring to. “Girl, it’s like Hollywood Glam, Only the best of the best get in. I’m told only the rich people are allowed in” replies Caleb, a dreamy look on his face appearing at the thought of Hollywood Celebrities.

I pushed Psy off my bed. "It's cool, Isabell. I know you didn't. These heffas just like to fuck with people. I call them the "three musketassholes!!" I said as we all continued to laugh. "We were hoping Isabell could butter you up before we pounced." Angel said. I gasped in fake shock and threw a pillow at her. She dodged, laughing. "Isabell, don't worry about these hooligans and don't let them corrupt you."